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Posted on: December 28, 2012 Posted by: bruce Comments: 0

Jobs

Who works with wood? Carpenters do. Stylists give you a great hairdo. Truck drivers move things from place to place. A police detective works hard on a case. Doctors and nurses help you feel better. A mail carrier brings you a letter. One day you’ll have a job, possibly two. First you must decide what you want to do. Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems

Posted on: December 28, 2012 Posted by: bruce Comments: 0

Breakfast Frenzy

Pete the Pig loves breakfast food. Please give him lots, and then some more. Cook him up two dozen eggs, Along with a waffle as big as a door. Pancakes, muffins, eggs, french toast, He can’t decide which he likes the most. Scrumptious, tasty morning food! Pete always wakes up in a breakfast mood. Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems

Posted on: October 26, 2012 Posted by: bruce Comments: 0

A Big Red Zubwumfer

I decided to play outside, Though it was a foggy day. The sun came out suddenly And burned the fog away. A big red zubwumfer Zubwumfered down the street. It was the oddest zubwumfer I’ll probably ever meet. I immediately called the police To report what I had seen. In no time at all, News crews were on the scene. There had been lots of talk Of strange creatures on…

Posted on: October 12, 2012 Posted by: bruce Comments: 0

Summer Desert Heat

This heat never ceases, Up from the ground, through your feet And from way up high in the sky, It pounds you with a drummer’s beat. It is a molten snake. It cuts you like a sharp knife. This desert heat is a hunter That will ruthlessly take your life. Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems

Posted on: October 12, 2012 Posted by: bruce Comments: 0

Advice to a Mouse

When a mouse sees two cats, That mouse had better run. One cat may want her for dinner, The other may chase her for fun. Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems

Posted on: October 12, 2012 Posted by: bruce Comments: 0

Charming Child

He is a charming child I would love to keep. But not all the time, Only when he’s asleep. Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems