Month: September 2023

It’s Raining Adjectives!

Hey, look! It’s raining adjectives—
It’s pouring plain and fancy,
It’s dripping dark and dangerous,
Mysterious and chancy.

My hat is drenched in jubilant
The puddles pop with jumpy
my socks are soaked with squishy, stinky,
soggy, soft, and lumpy.

The gutter’s overflowing too
with spooky, strange, and sneaky,
The drain is backing up with loaded,
laughable and leaky.

It’s coming down with clamorous,
Cantankerous and clunky,
It’s sprinkling splendiferous,
fantabulous and funky.

The weatherman looks skyward,
As he shouts, “What’s up? What gives?
It isn’t raining cats and dogs—
It’s raining adjectives!”

The Mind

Memory is like
a room where tiny boxes
hold our yesterdays.

Haiku

When you’ve written one
Without enough syllables,
You add words. Football.

Sleepover Party

The letters had a sleepover:
With popcorn, snacks, TV.
But drinking too much soda
Made the elemeno P.

I Babysat (Once)

I was pushing the buggy one day
When my grip on the handle gave way
And it started to roll
downhill out of control
With my sister still snoozing away.

She rolled through the center of town.
Still asleep through the
deafening sound,
Of barks and bow-wow-as
of the beagles, Chihuahuas
And mutts at the city dog pound.

Past Main street and Elm rolled my sister
It’s amazing that all the cars missed her.
She moved with the ease
of a cool evening breeze
But the speed of a level 3 twister.

I found her off Highway 19
Having gone through the car was machine.
With a lemony smell
(They had waxed her as well)
I brought her back home nice and clean.