Things I Miss

Things I Miss

written the summer of '18

I miss drum majoring

Yale and fencing.

I miss the point

But not pains in the joint.

I miss the eye 

When I thread the needle

I miss Dad's hair

But not his speed-o!

I miss the mark

Miss tag in the dark

I miss Lil' and Drew

Miss Isaa-boo.

I miss the target

With my bow.

Miss all those things

I used to know.

Songs I sang.

My teenage slang.

Calculus proofs.

Countless lost books.

I missed my appointment

With the dentist too.

I don't miss potty training

Pee and poo.

I missed the pun.

I miss no fun.

I missed my vote.

I missed the joke.

I miss my friends

Of days gone by.

I missed the ball

Hit way up high.

I missed the punch.

And sometime lunch.

I missed the boat.

I missed the note.

And this last time

As my poem is through

I missed the word 

To make it rhyme for...

anyone listening.

The Cat The Bee and The Marshmallow Part 1

The Cat The Bee and The Marshmallow

By Kangaroo Rat

Once upon a time there was a peaceful little town and in that peaceful little town there was a peaceful little store and in that store there was a marshmallow bag and they where talking marshmallows in one of the bags there was a little marshmallow who was only 2 he saw a person take one of the bags so he asked one of the other marshmallow's where they where taking them
"there taking them to the wilderness to...
"Whats a wilderness" interrupted the little marshmallow,
a wilderness is where there is no traffic or...
"whats traffic" interrupted the little marshmallow again
"shh I am telling you what the wilderness is" said the marshmallow "then I'll tell you what traffic is so back to where I was or people unless there the ones in the wilderness"
"what is the wilderness"
 "I just told you"
"oh"
"so now what traffic is traffic is a whole bunch of cars and motorcycles...
"whats a motorcycle"
"shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh here how about you raise your hand oh wait we don't have hands here how about I pause then you ask the question OK"
"OK"
"motorcycles driving along the road motorcycles are like cars except the only have two wheels and no cover well some have three"
pause
"hey I am 2 OK so there taking them to the wilderness to"
"oh yea there taking them to the wilderness to roast"said the Marshmallow looking at little Marshmallow "them over a fire and eat them"
pause
"that sound disappointing  what does roasting mean"
"it means to cook bye"
he decided too walk around he heard a buzzing noise so he went to go see what it was when he got to the edge of the shelf he saw a bee coming strait towards them all the elderly went back with the moms and their  children except for him,
"what are you doing" said one of the guard's
"I was just looking around so what are you guys"
"I am going to the back" said the marshmallow that the little marshmallow had asked all those questions to,
"Han pratar engelska"said a sweetish Marshmallow
"we are marshmallows" said another marshmallow guard,
"well hello Marshmallows and bye because I am going home"
"can I come"said a voice
"who"
"me"
"who is me"
"I am"
"who is I am"
"me"
"what is your name"
"I don't know"
"wait is that your name or is it something else"
"NO MY NAME ISN'T SOMETHING ELSE"
"OK OK what is your name"
"here just look for me I'll push on the bag"
"oh there you are what is your name"
"his name is Fred"said a elder
"oh hi Fred"
"hi what is your name"
"my name is Ben"
"can I come with you"
"sure everyone move away from right there"
" right where"
"just follow everyone else's example"
"what does example mean"
"just follow everyone else"
"OK"

Misc Poems

Once upon a time
There was a man who didn't rhyme
He tried each day
But said, "No way!
"I'll try another ....moment."
--Zoey Zephyr

Guess Who?
Service pouring from every leak
I believe this person is very meek
This guy I see every week.
And Drew is not very weak.
--Tulip

In My Room
Write something inspiring
She said as she laughed.
I then cried so hard
My kidney I calved.
--Mark Wilson

I like to rhyme stuff
It makes me happy and glad.
Rhythm is good too
It makes me want to go...rhyme some more.
--Kangaroo Rat

Looking Out at Life

I look out the window at the world all bright and shiney
and wonder what the world would be like if it was dark and gloom and misty.
I realize that life it good just the way it is and it is better now then it could have been.
--Miss Butterfly

Salt and Pepper; a Tale for the Seasoned

Salt and Pepper

Dedicated to Corn Cob

Once upon a time, two condiments were sitting innocently in their spot in the cupboard. It was their usual space, where they could always be found when they weren’t on the table. The PB&J and Honey were their neighbors, but they rarely paid any attention to our two condiments; PB&J had been having unsanctioned outings with Jelly and Honey was still angry with him. On the other side of the cupboard, an assortment of spices was gathered in a gossip group. They would occasionally acknowledge their two neighbors, but that was rare.
     For the most part, these two condiments were quietly content with each other’s company. Their names were Salt and Pepper and they were happy in their peaceful world.
     Little did they know, this world was about to change.

On a rainy Tuesday afternoon-- they knew it was raining because the hurtling drops could be heard at the window and they knew it was Tuesday because the Taco seasoning had been used-- an intruder entered the cupboard. A short, square container of cheap plastic was placed carelessly, bumping Salt towards Honey and Pepper towards the Oregano. Instantly, a strong scent began to permeate everything in the cupboard as the new, orange occupant demonstrated his capacity to be noticed. As if the poignant perfume hadn’t marred the tranquility of the cupboard sufficiently, this strange spice--called Cumin-- insisted on speaking incessantly. He told of his life in India, of the many curries he had made, of the stains he had mischievously made, and of anything else that came to mind.
     Salt and Pepper were at first confused, then tolerant, and finally indignant at the change. Cumin had to go. But what could they do? After the evening meal, Salt and Pepper were reunited and started their plotting.
     Then one night, in a moment of sheer brilliance, the solution came to Pepper. She disclosed her revelation to Salt during the privacy of the morning’s preparation of eggs. If Salt had been in possession of a diaphragm, he would have laughed hysterically at the ingeniousness of the plan. If they were clever enough, they might just pull it off.

Within a week, Cumin had mysteriously been taken from the cupboard. Salt and Pepper congratulated themselves on having restored order to their home. Despite his removal, the smell of Cumin lingered in the air. In time, Salt and Pepper began to miss the stories that Cumin had been constantly sharing. As they conversed about their success, Pepper expressed the tiniest tinge of regret at having implemented her scheme. It was made worse by the realization that the reason Cumin had so many stories was because he had been driven out of so many kitchens.
     Eventually, Salt and Pepper couldn’t smell the remains of Cumin’s colorful perfume without being filled with a sense of shame. Considering the fact that this scent was still prevalent in the cupboard, their days were fairly miserable.

So when, on a snowy Saturday morning-- they knew it was snowing because of the chill that entered even their little cupboard and they knew it was Saturday because the children had been ransacking the cupboard to make cookies-- a tall cylindrical container labelled “Asafoetida” was shoved into the cupboard, Salt and Pepper gently smiled (even though Salt had been slammed into PB&J and Pepper was knocked clear over to Cinnamon). It was a welcome intrusion.

Hot cocolate and happiness cookies!

Miss Cupcake:
Trees are tall
They are small
But what matters most
Is they are the best of all!

Miss Butterfly: (a song she wrote)
In my family there are lots of kids
And I'm never bored 'cause there is lots to do!

In the night time I'm snuggled up in bed
I feel warm and safe 'cause I sleep with Xai.
-to the tune of "Little Indian Brave"

Tulip:
I rushed out as they crushed my home for what seems on going. I need to find a place to hid but they follow me. Theres about ten this time, sometimes when I am lucky theres only only five. Oh how I miss my formore home where they were less freqent (sigh). It all started on a day like any other the five came (back then I wasn't as wise) they put me in a strange thing and that started my misory. Nowthe ten are puting me in a cold and hard place yet there are many hiding places!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOO!! Is there no end to it? Their eyes follow me and they contrul the place. That is the end of me Gus the Hamster.

Kangaroo Rat:
Once upon a time, while we were living in Kaysville.  I went back, back, back, back into our backyard and there was this twisty old tree.  On it was a...Tire Swing.  Not just any old tire swing.  It was an old, old, old tire swing with an old rope and old tire.
My siblings told me that I should get on it so I got on it...And then...I looked up...(dramatic music)...and saw the tension of the rope!     I freaked out and frantically tried to get out but, when I had but one of my two legs out,  IT SNAPPED!!

I tumbled out towards my downfall with my body still encased by the tire.  I fell about 2 whole feet!!! And once I hit the ground I screamed in agony and I had a fractured--wait, scratch that-- a hurt leg.  

And my siblings laughed hysterically...the end.

Wapeaberry:
Once upon a time there was a rutabega.  This was no ordinary rutabega for it was a pink rutabega and the pink rutabega with purple stripes got picked, chopped up and fried...and it tasted delicious!

The End

Zoe Zephyr:
-dedicated to my date with Xai this morning and to Kangaroo Rat...for obvious reasons...
McDonalds, oh place of the ice cream divine!
How much wonder and joy lies beneath your big sign!

A journey of smells and aromas galore
When you add a swell play place, there's so much in store.

So whether a refuge on some torturous trek
Or a quick little date, just a brief, "What the heck?"

McDonalds, McDonalds, oh place so divine!
How much better you'd be if you cost but a ...pretty penny.

Babies

But I think Liesl is the cutest baby.

Babies are the cutest babies in the world

Ode to Tenochtitlan!

Oh people of Tenochtitlan!
No one can ever say your name.
You live on a lake
For goodness sake
But you're pretty cool just the same.

You came up with a food divine;
Even the name is sublime!
It's called "chocolate"
I eat it a lot
In fact, almost all the time.

You took a seed that seemed to smell
Or something else that made you tell
That if it was crushed
And finely mushed
A perfect confection soon would gel!

The Spanish came and found your gift
Your downfall would then follow swift!
They say they didn't like
The way you would spike
Your enemies whom you had miffed.

So farewell, Aztecs, to you!
Your lake would soon be through!
Your foes would drain
Your land and plain
So they could march right through.

Up to your gates where veggies did float
Now they need not cross a moat
They took your gold
And that chocolate, oh bold!
And ate it all until they did bloat.

And so today we honor you,
The Tenochtitlan people who are now so few
But the good news for us
Chocolate without fuss!
And no spiking of foes for you.