Counting days on the calendar
to that fourth Thursday in November….
Everyone is coming
gathering from far and near
to celebrate the gift of thanks
because it is the best day of the year.
Silly Verse
I have officially entered the dumbing down phase. Oh dang me!
I used to think, gee
I’m as smart as smart can be.
But now I see
I’m a lot less of a smarty
and even the smarts that used to be inside me
Pride
We have been told
the cautionary story
warning us of pride
that befell the Marsh family.
All Hallows’ Eve
All Hallows’ Eve –
the night when souls of the dead roam.
and also haunt –
the place they once called their home.
The perfect week
If I had any say
and had my way
I would outlaw Monday
I would just say
no to Monday
You’re not welcome here
no way.
If I had any say
and had my way
I’d rethink Tuesday
I would say
maybe no Tuesday
no Tuesday today.
If I had any say
and had my way
I’d ban Wednesday
I’d say
Wednesday
go away.
If I had any say
and had my way
I’d keep Thursday
I’d say
you’re okay, Thursday
you can stay.
If I had any say
and had my way
I’d make Friday
the play day
play, play,
all day.
If I had any say
and had my way
I’d say, Saturday,
I’m too tired to play
let me sleep today
on Saturday.
If I had any say
and had my way
I’d say welcome Sunday
I will take today
and pray
and not at all worry
because there is no Monday.
© 2013 ck’s days
More silliness
Myconcentratedefforttosavespace by ck
caroljones by ck
Non-conformist by ck
Letter to Wal-mart Elves by ck
This and other fine poems available on Amazon
It’s the equivalent of me informing you that you have one big schnoz
Let me tell you a little something about me –
when I speak my face gets red as can be
when it happens I can feel my face heat up, see,
so, it is not really necessary
to point it out to me.
© 2013 ck’s days
I’ve mentioned this before:
Meet my pet monster: social anxiety by ck
Therapeutic Tears by ck
Leavin this town
I’m a gonna leave this town.
I ain’t gonna stick around.
I’m a gonna leave this town.
Go ahead and look but I won’t be found.
My blue little alien
My blue little alien is sticky
sticky, sticky.
He is a gift from my buddy
to me, to me.
BUT
he does not stick to the wall,
he does not stick to the wall at all.
He does not stick to the fridge,
he does not stick to the fridge one smidge.
He does not stick to the door,
He does not stick to the door anymore.
He does not stick to the window,
he does not stick to the window SO
Kate said, “Maybe he will stick to the ceiling.”
I replied, “He will not stick to the ceiling I’m believing.”
BUT
Kate became boss and gave him a toss
and I could not believe what I was seeing –
my blue little alien stuck to the ceiling!
AND
he did not want to come down.
Oh, my blue little alien is sure a clown.
© 2013 ck’s days
I like…
I like the fall…
I like summer even more.
I like pink Starbursts …
I like purple Skittles even more.
Make no mistake – I am a Mama Bear, too!
I heard what you said
and I don’t appreciate it
not one little bit
but there’s nothing I can do about it.
I have to forgive
and move right along
but I’m not perfect
so I’m staying wrong until I’m strong.
Not all mama bears
come from blood
some just come from love
so you better not mess with any cub.
But you did.
To share your words
would only cause pain
and a lot of anger
with a lot to lose and nothing to gain.
I’ll keep it inside
I won’t tell or share
and when I see you
I’ll be giving you that mama bear glare.
Oh yeah, I am watching you.
© 2013 ck’s days
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