Sisters screaming,
Baby seeming
more noisy than a swan
(but we're all still quite fond).
Mom is fuming
Dad's pot is spuming.
Abdy's playing with a giant spoon.
Sam is whining like a city 'coon,
"I'm really famished."
"Quit complaining or you'll vanish!"
Mom, to him, tells.
A catapulted spoon fells
The spuming pot;
Now Dad is fuming too.
With all this noise coming through the wall,
It's lucky I got this poem done at all!
© Copyright 2009, The Noodle's Writing Spot/ C.N.Messinides. All Rights Reserved.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Conked Him on the Head
One day in good old England,
in an orchard where all the colors blend,
a man names Issac Newton brought a book
and settled down in his favorite nook.
Suddenly an apple fell, it conked'im in the head,
put him for a week in bed.
The eighth day he woke with a strange idea'r.
"Why, now it is all quite clear!
There is a universal law of gra-vi-ty;
all must obey, and guess what? It was discovered by me!"
Some people called him crazy,
said, "what rubbish, pfft, gravity!"
"Old Newt, that's an insane idea'r!"
Oh how they did laugh and jeer!
But one day one of their kind slipped and fell down a well.
And from the dark pit they hear him yell,
"The Old Newt was right,
his point is in sight.
Everyone and everything, even me,
must obey the universal law of gravity!"
© Copyright 2009, The Noodle's Writing Spot/ C.N.Messinides. All Rights Reserved.
in an orchard where all the colors blend,
a man names Issac Newton brought a book
and settled down in his favorite nook.
Suddenly an apple fell, it conked'im in the head,
put him for a week in bed.
The eighth day he woke with a strange idea'r.
"Why, now it is all quite clear!
There is a universal law of gra-vi-ty;
all must obey, and guess what? It was discovered by me!"
Some people called him crazy,
said, "what rubbish, pfft, gravity!"
"Old Newt, that's an insane idea'r!"
Oh how they did laugh and jeer!
But one day one of their kind slipped and fell down a well.
And from the dark pit they hear him yell,
"The Old Newt was right,
his point is in sight.
Everyone and everything, even me,
must obey the universal law of gravity!"
© Copyright 2009, The Noodle's Writing Spot/ C.N.Messinides. All Rights Reserved.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Hidden Fairy People
The white lily glitters in the morning dew,
red roses shimmer, bright petals of violets blue.
From the lovely garden, a lone pixie appears
out of its tulip bed, its groggy, foggy mind clears.
Her red dress billows in a slight breeze,
from a bloom of pink, she heard a tiny sneeze.
And out of the petals, a sprite shot out.
The scratchy pollen had caused an allergy bout.
A cracking twig signals the arrival of a mortal,
and into their flower homes the fairies hurtle.
No one ever sees the little fairies,
only the flowers, leaves, and bees.
© Copyright 2009, The Noodle's Writing Spot/ C.N.Messinides. All Rights Reserved.
red roses shimmer, bright petals of violets blue.
From the lovely garden, a lone pixie appears
out of its tulip bed, its groggy, foggy mind clears.
Her red dress billows in a slight breeze,
from a bloom of pink, she heard a tiny sneeze.
And out of the petals, a sprite shot out.
The scratchy pollen had caused an allergy bout.
A cracking twig signals the arrival of a mortal,
and into their flower homes the fairies hurtle.
No one ever sees the little fairies,
only the flowers, leaves, and bees.
© Copyright 2009, The Noodle's Writing Spot/ C.N.Messinides. All Rights Reserved.
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