It’s never easy for me to stay still
Sitting with a straight face against my will
I want to play
In this summer day
Looking out the window imagining stuff
Staying indoors with Dad is so tough
I want to hop
In this summer non-stop
Dad hands me a phone so I won’t moan
That’s not the thing that I would own
I want the clouds
And I want to go out
I wonder when dads actually grow up
Wishing the child in them would show up
So I can play
In this summer day
Category: Humour
Why Should I Study All Day?
Why should I study all day?
Because Daddy says so
Why should I not watch TV?
Because Mommy says so
Why should I take out the trash?
Because Daddy says so
Why should I do the dishes?
Because Mommy says so
Why should I do this?
Because Daddy says so
Why should I not do that?
Because Mommy says so
Why should I eat veggies?
Because Daddy says so
Why should I not have fries?
Because Mommy says so
I wonder what they were like
When they were kids themselves
Were they always so boring?
Or did they lose themselves somewhere?
I cannot wait to grow up
Have many kids of my own
Together we’ll watch TV till it’s late
Play games and never moan
The Day My Zip Came Off
I was at school sitting still
When suddenly I felt a chill
I looked down and gave a cough
Yes my zip had come off
Very subtly I gave a try
To fix this damned and awful fly
Alas it was but in vain
I vowed to never stand up again
It was then that I heard a call
Of our Maths teacher — Ms. Bichenall
She wanted me to look less bored
And solve the problem on the board
I felt some drops of sweat appear
As the outcome became more clear
Not exactly sure what I was thinking
I began to act like I was drinking
Jumped up and went straight for the door
With a book hiding my core
My senses must have gone to roam
I hopped the gate and dashed to home
This is not bad as it is
I only must see a psychiatrist
To avoid embarrassment to my name
I’m now treated as insane
If Your Cat Purrs
If your cat purrs in clear terms
That she’ll like to eat some worms
Do exactly what she says
But if your cat meows for beer
You should make it very clear
She can’t always have her ways
An Ant And An Elephant
An elephant told an ant
“You ride on my back all day
Even I want to feel what it’s like
On someone’s back to lay.”
The ant told the elephant
“You stomp on my kind all day
Even I would like to stomp and crush
All others in my way.”
A Frog With A Giant Nose
There is a frog with a very big nose
He has no friends but a thousand foes
Every secret he would disclose
Not a word he holds too close
He also has quite massive eyes
Seemingly from all the lies
That he spoke about white mice
Yet he thinks that he is wise
What do I say about his ears?
They have been growing for some years
For causing koalas to shed tears
And making rabbits grow new fears
And that is not all that is odd
For a tongue he’s got a rod
And a head that just can’t nod
Oh what a bod! My dear God!
Only the clever piggy knows
The cure for froggy’s giant nose
How he could fit in his clothes
From his head to his toes
Since the frog was never nice
The piggy won’t give his advice
To cure his tongue, his ears, his eyes
Till he won’t stop acting wise
My Favourite Poem
I like poems that make me laugh
An aching neck of an old giraffe
An orangutan who chased his tail
An orange zebra all set to sail
I also like the ones about ghosts
The silly one where they eat their hosts
The gruesome one about a witch
Who threw little children in a ditch
Then there are poems that inspire me
Give me hope amidst a tragedy
Throw sunshine on a dark day
When nothing seems to go my way
What can I say about poems that rhyme?
I love to read them all the time
The tone and meter is well set
Once you read them, you can’t forget
All these poems I love a lot
When there’s nothing, they’re all I’ve got
I read them all, I love them too
But my favourite poem is You
Kids!
I never really liked kids
Until I had a couple of my own
Seeing them run around the house
No greater pleasure I’ve known
I delight in their company
I read them stories till it’s late
I’m glad to have had a change of heart
It’s the adults I now hate
Oh My Lyrics Will Never Be Sold
Oh my lyrics will never be sold
They’re only on my laptop old
Not handwritten but italic and bold
There goes my chance at easy gold
A Zebra Once Was Passing
On a busy traffic road
A zebra once was passing
A road roller crushed him flat
Now it’s a zebra-crossing
