One day or night, some time ago,
When things were quiet, still, and slow,
And nothing much was moving ‘round,
A special something-else was found.
It sat in wait, and waited, still
It was untouched, unmoved, until
The cover, accident’ly read
Left questions in the reader’s head.
Just how could such a thing be true?
It warranted a brief review,
A fleeting glance, a little look
At “The Never-Ending Children’s Book”…
“But the world is so big
And I am so small”
Is just an excuse
to do nothing at all.
You are so much stronger
Than even you know
So get up and get out
and go, go, go, go!
There’s a thing on our swing!
He was not invited
But he’s swinging and singing
And getting excited.
He’s clearly unclear
That this is our yard.
What creature would show
Such a bold disregard?
He’s too big for the swing
And I’m worried he’ll break it.
The crossbar is bending
And I just can’t take it.
He is large and he’s strange
But he’s clearly naive
And he’s got to go.
Go tell him to leave.
It’s up to you to grow
In the way you want to go.
The shape that you will take
Is up to you to make.
Your outshape can be strong
Or clean and lean and long
Or soft and bendy too.
It’s really up to you.
“I can’t be late to school again!
They’ll mark me tardy in red pen
And who knows what will happen then?”,
“We should throw away my bed
And get a catapult instead
To fire me out and overhead!”,
“And this alarm clock isn’t right
We should set up and ignite
A 40,000 watt spotlight!
“Changing clothes is such a waste
Of time that’s better spent in haste.
I’ll have them permanently placed
“The flight of stairs just slows my stride.
We should switch it with a slide
For the quickest slickest ride
“And what about the family car?
It seems to be a bit subpar-
A rocket’s best from where we are
And Glen had lots of good designs
From breakfast served on sharp inclines
To ways to cut the bathroom lines.
He shared another thought or ten
Then walked out proudly from the den
And looked up at the clock and then…
Saw that he was late again.
The potatoes have eyes
And to my surprise,
The corn has ears as well,
And on my walks,
The celery stalks,
As far as I can tell.
It’s true, I dread
The lettuce head
My way but I’m in denial.
I’m in constant fear
Of the vegetables here,
Here in the produce aisle.
Tall people like their ice cream in sundaes.
Short people prefer theirs in cones.
People in glasses text a lot
While those in hats talk on their phones.
People with blonde hair wear green on Mondays
While people with red hair wear blue.
There are a lot of things that we can prove
With a sample size of two.
My sister’s not as great as she will tell you.
She says she does a lot that isn’t true
She claims she really “gets the best of me”,
She gets my worst and doesn’t have a clue.
She says she knows just how to “push my buttons”
But I have zero buttons to be pressed!
I’m not some metal robot or computer!
I’m just the brother of a pushy pest!
A tree that makes apples is an apple tree.
A vine that grows grapes, a grapevine
A bush making berries both tasty and blue
Would have blueberry bush on it’s sign.
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