I often host thoughts complicated
And think my intellect a curse
Then find that the more complicated my thoughts
The more complicated my verse
And the more complicated the tools I employ
Entertaining my guests symbiotic
Thank God for them who remind me there’s nothing
Complicated ‘bout being idiotic
Silly rhymes
Silly Wisdom
Doesn’t pay to be an idiot
Doesn’t pay to be a fool
Doesn’t pay to be a moron
Just the opposite of cool
How I hope this silly wisdom
Is expressly understood
That it’s foolish to be foolish
If the payment isn’t good
Falling
Ammi calls.
Luqi slips.
Luqi falls.
Luqi rises.
Luqi bawls.
Look, he dries his
Watery eyes. Is
Ibby there
On the chair
With his
Ibbylicious hair?
Ibby reads.
Ibby hums.
Luqi’s better.
Here he comes
Down the stairs,
Through the hall.
Watch him slip.
Watch him fall.
Watch him rise.
Hear him bawl
As he answers
Ammi’s call.
Pasha’s Parrot
The featherbrained Pasha of Ghaali
Adopted a parrot named Polly.
He taught her times tables and hundreds of fables
Until in a moment of unguarded folly,
She flew through the stables in manner so jolly
And squawked of her hate for the Pasha of Ghaali.
It was the last thing that she said,
The next day, poor Polly was dead.
Yunus The Grocer
This grocery rhyme in honor of our local grocer.
Yunus the grocer sold his samosas
At two-dollars-fifty a pound:
A savory treat of taters and meat
So very exquisitely ground,
And wrapped in a layer of dough,
All packaged and ready to go.
Lukey, Slurp!
Lukey, slurp!
Lukey, nibble!
Lukey, burp!
Lukey, dribble!
Slurping, nibbling,
Burping, dribbling,
Doings of my
Youngest sibling.
Daisy Muzaffer Susannah the Third
Have you ever heard of that fine hummingbird,
Miss Daisy Muzaffer Susannah the Third,
She hummed and she minged, oh the joy that she bringed
To the tulips that smiled and the bluebells that ringed.
Goose, Gone
Stuff your mouth, bulge your cheeks,
Fly down south for sixteen weeks.
Old Dame Rehmet
Old Dame Rehmet weaved a tale
Like no one in her time,
With flying turnips, itching queens
And demons speaking rhyme,
She told them all in different voices
And the wildest costume choices.
Bubba Brickle
Bubba Brickle liked to tickle
Little children’s toes,
They socked his eye and made him cry
Till snot ran out his nose.
