The Tailor is the Vet
I have an old sock for a pet. It doesn’t do any tricks. The local tailor acts as the vet. A sick sock is easy to fix. Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems
Author: bruce
Monday’s Child is Ill
Monday’s child is ill, I’m told. Tuesday’s child has caught a cold. Wednesday’s child is down with the flu. Thursday’s child is feeling blue. Friday’s child can’t eat any food. Saturday’s child is in a foul mood. And the child that’s born on the seventh day Is the only child that feels okay. Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems
Grouchy Mr. White
The meanest person, I’d say, Is my neighbor Mr. White. If I had a monster that got away And ate him in one big bite, I’d cry aloud all day, But laugh alone at night! Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems
Ryan “The Bug Man”
This is Ryan, “The Bug Man”, He studies bugs that fly, Crawl, walk, and hop On land or in the sky. Ryan’s been a bug fan Since he was about five. He owns thousands of bugs; Some mounted, some alive. Ryan visits schools. The kids love his shows. He helps children learn Everywhere he goes. If butterflies were big enough, He would give them hugs. He’s Ryan, “The Bug Man”…
The Jaylynne Poem
Jaylynne is really An excellent big sister. When Maliyah had a boo-boo, It was Jaylynne that kissed her. If Maliyah is afraid Of a strange, scary bug, Jaylynne comforts her With a big sister hug. When Jaylynne goes to school, She plays with her friends. Her schools days are fun; So are her weekends. There are so many things Jaylynne loves to do. She likes travelling, dancing, And going to…
Where’s Maliyah?
Hey, where’s Maliyah? I wonder where she’s at? Maybe she’s in the yard Playing with the cat. I know where she might be. She might be in the pool. On a hot, summer day, That’s how she stays cool. Maybe she’s with Jaylynne Visiting the zoo, Looking at the hippos And the monkeys, too. Is dad getting her a treat At the ice cream store? When she’s done, she’ll laugh…
You Can Call Me Fred
I’m not sure why I’m the thing people dread. I only have four eyes On the back of my head, Though at night they glow A bright, eerie red. I’m called different names; You can call me Fred. I’m the monster who Hides beneath your bed. Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems
Am I That Beautiful?
Freakville’s the town I live in. It’s a small, friendly, place. Folks there seem to think I have an average face. My eyes are red. My hair is green, My nose looks like A giant bean. My breath smells Like a wet hog. When I talk, I sound like a frog. It looks like I have tusks, But they are just my teeth. My hair naturally grows In the shape…
I Could Eat a Whale
I wanted a really big meal; I was thinking maybe a whale. When I saw how big that creature was, I developed a craving for snail. Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems
I May Be Prey
I suspect there’s a lion, A tiger, or some other thing Around the the corner, crouched, Coiled, ready to spring. It’s prepared to pounce On me, a meaty bone. Those are my thoughts When I’m home alone. Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems