Frog in the Fog

I met a frog
Down in the Fog
It was Upside DOWN.
I Told That Frog
Down In That Fog.
Are you all right
It looks like you need a light.
The Frog went Hoping
Up the road
But This time
He went with Me.

Pot 'O Gold

Kate Winslet gave us all the following challenge, to use 3 or more of the following words:

St Patrick's Day

Ireland

Leprechauns

Faeries (spelling required)

4-Leaf Clovers

Mac______ (fill in the blank)

Finn

Pot o' Gold

End of the Rainbow

The following is Lightning Man's reply:

Me off on a Race for me Pot 'O Gold,
The sides are chaffed 'nd are growing mold.
And ol' MacFinn and me buddy Larry
Are both saying it was by d' faeries.

And that's why I'm off on St. Paddy's Day
'Cause the leprechauns have all gone away
And I really don't know what quite to say
Besides the end of the rainbow's tardy today.

I hope I'm finally nearing the end
For I've searched a clover of Ire-land.
And I really think it practically over
For I've even searched 'neath me four-leaf clover.

(Considering it was written in about 10 minutes, I would say it is pretty good!)

Eagle

Eagle
Majestic, Noble
Soaring, Exploring, Adoring
Smart, Beautiful...Slimy, Chewy
Crawling, Pooing, Flowering
Nasty, Everlasting
Worm

Pig

Pig squeaks, and squiggles, playing, sleeping, eating, and pink.
Spinning webs side to side, jumping, spinning, swirling around,
eight legged spider.

I HAVE 3

I have a blanket
at a banquet.
I have a pillow
at a willow.
I have a sheet
and a beet.
I have a mattress pad.
I'm really mean.

I AM

I am giving up on you.

I am going pooh (that is his father's influence)

I am something.

I am bumping.

I am rice.

I am lice.

I am a tree.

I am a wasp.

I HAVE 2

I have a river,
that makes me shiver.
I have a boat,
and a moat.
I have a beam,
and a stream.
I have a beak,
and swim in a creek.
I have a pond,
my hair is brunette.

Sonnet to my Pencil

O how my pencil fills me with delight

For as I do write with its leaded tip

I induce feelings of love, joy, or fright

On a summer’s voyage I can take trip.

O how it stirs such stirrings of my mind.

I cannot help but wonder that a thing

Of such small, yellow consequence can bind,

Can capture, can entrap, in truth can bring

Such beautiful imaginings to life

That peace may come, indeed, replacing strife.

The Imperfect Poet

I know that you can judge me

anytime you want

and I know that I have failed,

and that my imperfections haunt

But that is no excuse mock

nor make you critic known

‘cause I know far above

my purpose is differently shown

though I am no perfect peot,

let me try without disgrace,

cause I can live without

your critics in my face.

--by anonymous

The Perfect Scribe

(as Tulip instructed me to dictate her words I can accept no responsibility for the following. This message was brought to you by KW)

I like pie. What, Mom? Could I hurry and do something?

I want to fly. I don’t want to die. What did you want me to do, Mom?