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…
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
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 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 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
My mom is a hairstylist. My dad is shiny bald. I’m the little kid who Never comes when called. Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems
I wish I were a butterfly, I wish I were a star. I wish for a giant ice cream cone To eat in my shiny new car. I wish for many wonderful things That will probably never come true. My biggest wish was already granted, I wished for a friend like you! Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems
I didn’t brush my teeth last night. I called my sister and started a fight. This morning I didn’t make my bed, Never looked at the book I should’ve read. I spilled, scattered, and made a mess, Then spent too much on a brand new dress. Instead of veggies, I ate chocolate cake. As far as cleaning, I took a break. You work weekends if you’re a priest or a…
What would a giraffe do If it swallowed a gallon of glue? Would that bad luck Cause it to be stuck With its neck in a giant “U?” Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems
Suzie Shaw has a brand new ball She really doesn’t want to lose. It’s wrapped in the closet in the hall. What good is a ball you don’t use? Bruce Larkin Click Here To See More Poems