in memory...

what we share is precious, priceless
i am extremely comfortable in holding your hands
and walking like a happy radiant tube light.

how we depart is destiny
how we meet is victory

i have always liked a path with dry leaves
will your immaculate toes walk upon them
and play the music that my ears long to hear?

you spark clean like a diamond from a fire
i long for the good you
that wont abandon me on a romantic evening near the woods
or the good you
that will forgetfully come back when i abandon you

in memory...

what we share is precious, priceless
i am extremely comfortable in holding your hands
and walking like a happy radiant tube light.

how we depart is destiny
how we meet is victory

i have always liked a path with dry leaves
will your immaculate toes walk upon them
and play the music that my ears long to hear?

you spark clean like a diamond from a fire
i long for the good you
that wont abandon me on a romantic evening near the woods
or the good you
that will forgetfully come back when i abandon you

baby sucked his thumb

Oh my auntie’s little boy
He sucked his thumb all day
My aunt was very very sad
She took a holiday.

She tied a wooly spiky thread
Around the baby’s thumb
The baby ate the spiky thread
And called her very dumb.

She bribed him with a lollipop
And bought a teddy bear
The baby happy with his thumb
He did not even care.

Then she took him to a fair
She gave him bubble gum
The baby stuck it on her hair
And only sucked his thumb.

Mad my aunt with gum in hair
And a baby that called her dumb
Took the baby’s hand in mouth
And ate the baby’s thumb.

there's no place for a moth

Math is like a moth
And they mix it in my broth
Science is very funny
Like a chocolate made of bunny.
Social studies, it makes me very social
But when my mom is social
She goes for spa and facials
English is like chinglish
It’s very very ticklish
History big mystery
Is not as good as pastry.
So I’d rather eat my pastry
And wrap myself in tapestry
And go to hotel glacial
And take a big facial
And my broth?
There’s no place for a moth.

tales made of tongue

My silver is brown
And My red, very blue
My paper and my pen
are all made of glue

To which I stick
My tonsil and my lung
For stories that I know
Are tales made of tongue

So listen to a story
Of jack and Mrs jill
They lived in a house
On top of a hill

Jack was a cowboy
A gypsy and a writer
he married Mrs. Jill
An imaginary fighter.

An imaginary fighter
A gypsy and a writer
I need to burn your house
Can you pass the lighter?

round round Merry go round

Round, round, merry go round
Merry fell down and broke her crown.
All the people came from town
To see dear Merry and her crown

When the people came to see
Merry complained of Allergy
People called her very proud
Why she had to shout so loud?

Merry’s Mother became so sad
Why did Merry behave so bad?
When the people left for town
Merry’s mother was all in frown.

Poor Merry and a painful crown
Dressed in their old night gown
Dug a whole into the ground
Never was Merry ever found.

urban turban

Oh the urban turban man
Lived inside the golden sand
Wrapped in turban silk and soft
Sleeping in his royal loft

No homework or lessons to do
Or make reports with paper glue
Never has to do any chore
But sleep and doze and snooze and snore

Never has to eat broccolis
Or carrots and cabbage and round little peas
Or worry about that dentist Dan
How lucky is urban turban man.

So One day I went to see his face
And asked him if I could take his place
He did say yes with all his grace
And wrapped me with a silken lace.

And now that I am in his place
Doesn’t feel so full of grace
Its kinda crummy to be this dummy
When all the people call you Mommy!

a bee and a bunny

Bumble rumble bee
Had a hive on the tree
Where he made his honey
And sold it for the money.

With the money from the honey
He married miss bunny
Oh so very funny!
A bee and a bunny.

Hunk in a trunk!

Dear Mr Hunk
Looks like a punk
Sleeps in a bunk
Very very drunk

Always in a funk
Eating very junk
How can Mr. Hunk
Be so very drunk

Some one told Ma
Probably a Monk
About Mr hunk
Now so very drunk

Ma became angry
Locked him in a trunk
Threw it in the sea
And watched it as he sunk.

Sunk! Sunk! Sunk!
Hunk in a trunk.

Bald Bald!

No chocolates there to munch or bite
No cookies shaped like kites
No lobster very large and loud
Is there to feed my mouth

No ice and cream to swallow down
No pastries soft and brown
No dumplings made of owl meat
Is there for me to eat.

No tuna or a juicy fruit
No slimy soup of roots
No coke that makes me gas and burp
Is there for me to slurp

No pizza with some extra cheese
No candies made of peach
No jellies very green and pulp
Is there for me to gulp

No brownies or some ginger beer
No shanks of roasted deer
No burger with a hot dog stick
Is there for me to pick.

So please don’t give me a stare
Not even a glare
As nothing was here nothing was there
I gobbled up on my hair.

i need to pee

One two three
Ladder
Four five six
Ladder
Seven eight nine
Ladder
Stop mama! Stop!
Its full
My bladder
Don’t you see
I need to pee

eat yourself apple pie!

Apple pie dear apple pie
Will you ever try?
To eat an apple pie
Don’t you cry
I don’t eat an apple pie
Im hungry,
but I prefer French fry
So go ahead dear apple pie
Eat your self before you die.

Mrs Fenghis Khan

Ferry very fast
Mrs. Fenghis khan
lives in Fongolia
And some times in a Farm.

Frowny very Crowny
She wears a funny crown
Funny Bunny Fenghis
Is famous for her frown.

Fat and very Floppy
With freckles on her face
Fishy Mrs. Fenghis
Can charm you with her grace.

Flowery and fruity,
Eats fruits all the time
Fananas, her favorite
Fapples, she calls fine.

A boil on my butt

A boil on my butt
Looks like a mountain
Its round and very pointed
Like the airport fountain

Ama said I should use
Some ointment very paste
And bask my butt in sun
But the crow came to taste.

With a boil on my butt
I ran to the kitchen
Mamu saw my butt
And hid it from the pigeon

And when the pigeon left
I ran to my room
The crow was sitting there
So I brushed it with a broom

With a big swollen butt
I ran to living room
Oh! How embarrassing
The guests saw my bootoom

I ran down the stairs
With a butt so very bare
My sister and her friends
They all gave me a stare.

I ran into the garden
And ran down the street
Where all the people saw me
As I ran in the heat

I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran.
And finally I came to a big big can
I went in the can and switched on the fan
I never left the can and now I’m a man.

snowman and the scarecrow

A snowman
made of snow and man
Dreamt of people,
so very tan
Thought of June
and warm july
With frozen tears,
the snowman cried


A scarecrow
standing in the sun
Scaring crows
was not as fun
Igloos made of snow and ice
Was a dream in the scarecrow’s eyes.

funny little people

We’re funny little people
We hug trees and leaves
We are colorful and happy
And the friends of the bees

We laugh and we cry
And we don’t wear any shoe
We sleep beneath the sky
Our ceiling very blue

We climb all the hills
And all the mountains too
We sing with the birds
And with cows when they moo

And all that we wear
Is a glove full of love
We borrowed it from sky
When it showered from above.

Throw the hens away

My Oh My!
What a sunny day
The eggs shall hatch
Throw the hens away

Eggs became omelets
The sun was too gay
Bring back the hens
And ask them to lay.

My Oh My!
What a sunny day
The eggs shall hatch
Throw the hens away

Eggs became omelets
The sun was too gay
Bring back the hens
And ask them to lay.

My Oh My!
What a sunny…

But the hens have gone
they shall never come this way
The hens have become nuns
And all they do is pray

So with a henny benny
Don’t you ever play
Or like silly Sandra
You’ll have no hen to lay.

Bottle one and Bottle two

Bottle one said to bottle two
Im green and red and very blue
I wear the branded royal shoe
And go to all the parties too
I eat in diamond golden plates
My houses, they have silver gates
I sit with all the royal kings
And play with all the royal things
I walk on carpets soft and fat
I pet peacocks and panther cats
I drink the smoothest finest wine
And own the biggest diamond mine

So who are you dear bottle two?
Bottle two said I love you.

mr. clumsy flumsy

Mr Clumsy Flumsy,
he is very very fat
He eats all his dinner
then eats the neighbor’s cat

He shits on his bed sheet
And snores like a storm
He Farts on Mrs. Flumsy
She wonders why it’s warm

Round very round
With his tummy very round
He wobbles and snobbles
And makes a funny sound

Never do they call him
To party and to dine
But dear Mr. Flumsy
Is always there in time.

Eating and snorting,
he gobbles all he can
For when he eats a pancake
he also eats the pan.