The Barking Spider Mystery


Hey!  Is that a barking spider?
(s n i f f)  Yep, that’s surely what it is ...
I’d like to know who did that.
Was it Mommy, Daddy or Sis?


I don’t think it was Daddy …
he makes funnies when he passes gas.
He tells us to pull on his finger
and then, he giggles and laughs.


I don’t think it was Mommy …
she was feeding Petie, the cat.
Besides, she always gets angry
when me, Dad and Sissy do that.


I guess that leaves me and Sissy ...
and blaming ME wouldn’t be fair,
cause when I walked in the room,
the barking spider was already there.


But Sissy couldn’t have done it …
I stood in the room right beside her.
When I passed the chair in the kitchen
is where I sniffed the barking spider.


I’ve solved the stinky-poo mystery!
It was hard, but I found the rat …
I think maybe we should put Petie out.
The barking spider came from the cat.

"Permagosh"


Mommy’s on the couch.
Daddy’s in his chair.
I’m sitting in a corner on a stool 
-- they put me here


‘cause I did something naughty
that I’m not supposed to do.
I invented “Permagosh”
mixing things with their shampoo.


First a real long worm of toothpaste,
then a cloud of shaving cream,
then two glugs of mouthwash
(‘cause I like the color green).


I stirred it in a mxing bowl.
Boy, it smelled real good!
It was even looking better
than I ever thought it would!


Could it be a cure for cancer?
Take the itch from skeeter bites?
Or maybe, heal a sunburn
when it hurts to sleep at night?


Two shakes of baby powder
made it way too hard to stir,
so I added Mommy’s perfume.
“Permagosh” smelled just like her!


Then the bowl tipped over ...
“Permagosh” was on the floor!
And when I turned around,
Mom and Dad were by the door.


Now Mommy’s on the couch.
Daddy’s in his chair.
I’m sitting in a corner on a stool
-- they put me here.

A Boy's Note to Mom


Dear Mom,
I know we're going shopping
to buy new clothes for school,
but please just go without me.
I trust your taste, it's cool.


See, part of clothes is ... (shhh)... underwear.
I don't wanna take the chance
that any girls might see me
in the aisle near ... underpants.


I'll go if we buy other things,
no one would even care,
but please don't make me stand around
while we buy ... underwear.


Girls remember stuff like that.
They'll tease me bad, it's true!
If we're going for ... underpants,
please ... don't make me go with you.

"Wrinkles and Grey Hair"


Mommy's getting wrinkles
and Daddy has gray hair.
It wasn't very long ago
when those things weren't there.


I'd like to smooth her wrinkles out
then darken Daddy's hair
to stop the changes going on.
It makes me feel so scared.


Grampa, does it mean they'll die
with wrinkles and gray hair?
I never used to worry
before those things were there.


Grampa said to look at him.
There were lots of wrinkles there,
and on his head a snowstorm
was the color of his hair.


"Wrinkles only come to point
where smiles were, here and there,
and it's mommy's turn to get some
for the happy times you've shared."


His white, and Daddy's gray hair
he said, were there to show
who had lived the longest time
so everyone could know.


Grampa said it's part of life.
We love, we learn, we live.
We earn gray hair and wrinkles,
they're gifts only life may give.

Bumble Bee



Today I watched a bumblebee.
He was on a pretty rose.
When I leaned in to look at him,
he stung me on my nose!



I wasn’t going to squish him,
only watch and see …
but I’ll never get that close again
to a grouchy grumble-bee.

Ten Little Piggies (Preschool)


Ten little piggies 
all in a line.
Mommy told me 
that they’re all mine.


One by one 
each has a name,
and a place to go.
I love this game!


When they get touched
the piggies wiggle.
When Mommy kisses,
it makes me giggle!


When we’re all done
we tuck them in their sock.
hmmm ... how many piggies
have a mom and dad got?

Dear Mommy up in Heaven


Dear Mommy up in heaven,
you’re always in my mind.
I wish that you could tell me
why you left so much behind.


You left your bunny slippers,
fuzzy pink with big long ears,
and when Daddy holds your picture
he’s sad and cries real tears.


Your clothes are in the bedroom,
you left your perfume, too,
and when I need you close to me
I go there -- it smells like you.


You must hum a lot in heaven.
Daddy says he thinks you might.
Sometimes I think I hear you
when I shut my eyes real tight.


I miss your hugs and kisses,
you took most of them with you,
but I’m glad you made me save some
in my jammy pockets, too.


Me and Daddy miss and love you
and we don’t mean to make a fuss.
I guess you loved us both so much
that you left your stuff for us.

The Cookie Jar Adventure


Wakey, wakey from our beds,
thoughts of cookies in our heads.


Mom and Daddy’s eyes are closed.
They are sleeping.  They won’t know.


Hurry, hurry, on the double,
if they wake, we'll be in trouble.


Blankies, pillows, on the floor.
Squeaky-squeaky goes the door.


Shhh, shhh, tippy-toe.
To the kitchen we will go.


Sneaky, sneaky down the hall,
bare feet creeping along the wall.


C’mon, Sissy,  it’s not far.
There it is, the cookie jar!


I can’t reach it, I’m too small!
Get a chair to make us tall.


Shuffle, shuffle scooty chair.
Pushy, pushy almost there!


Clinky, clinky goes the top.
Hold it tight, or it will drop.


Giggle, giggle tee-hee-hee!
Two for you, and two for me.


Uh oh, Sissy, turn around ...
Mom and Daddy.  We’ve been found.


Peeky, peeky Mom and Dad.
Are you angry?  Are you mad?


Whisper-whisper over there ...
They want to know if we will share!

Stupid Tongues


I know our tongues have jobs to do,
licking lips or tasting food.
They also help us say our words
and see if our teeth are smooth.


After that, a tongue gets stupid! 
Stupid, stupid tongue ...
Tongues don't seem to listen
and tongues act really dumb.


When we have a sharp loose tooth, 
we tell our tongue to stay away
because it's really sharp right there
but tongues just won't behave.


Your tongue gets sore and it hurts to talk.
Your brain says, 'Tongue, don't take that walk! '
but tongues won't listen (or tongues don't care) , 
and pretty soon it goes back there! 


The more it does, the more it hurts.
It just won't listen and I don't know
why it sneaks right back
when your brain says, 'No'!


I know my tongue is helpful
and I'm glad I do have one...
but why are tongues so stupid? 
Why are tongues so dumb?