2011年9月4日星期日

The Tiger and the Zebra



The Tiger and the Zebra



The tiger phoned the zebra
and invited him to dine.
He said "If you could join me
that would simply be divine."
The zebra said "I thank you,
but respectfully decline.
I heard you ate the antelope;
he was a friend of mine."

On hearing this the tiger cried
"I must admit it's true!
I also ate the buffalo,
the llama and the gnu.
And yes I ate the warthog,
the gazelle and kangaroo,
but I could never eat a creature
beautiful as you.

"You see I have a secret
I'm embarrassed to confide:
I look on you with envy
and a modicum of pride.
Of all the creatures ever known,"
the tiger gently sighed,
"It seems we are the only two
with such a stripy hide.

"Now seeing how we share this
strong resemblance of the skin,
I only can conclude that we are
just as close as kin.
This means you are my brother
and, though fearsome I have been,
I could not eat my brother,
that would surely be a sin."

The zebra thought, and then replied
"I'm certain you are right.
The stripy coats we both possess
are such a handsome sight!
My brother, will you let me
reconsider if I might?
My calendar is empty so
please let us dine tonight."

The tiger met the zebra in
his brand-new fancy car
and drove him to a restaurant
which wasn't very far.
And when they both were seated
at a table near the bar,
the zebra asked "What's on the grill?"
The tiger said "You are."

"But please, you cannot dine on me!"
the outraged zebra cried.
"To cook me up and eat me
is a thing I can't abide.
You asked me for your trust
and I unwarily complied.
You said you could not eat me
now you plan to have me fried?"

"And what about the envy
and the modicum of pride?
And what of us as brothers
since we share a stripy hide?"
"I'm sorry," said the tiger
and he smiled as he replied,
"but I love the taste of zebra
so, in other words, I lied."

2011年9月3日星期六

My Dog is Not the Smartest Dog



My Dog is Not the Smartest Dog
My dog is not the smartest dog alive.
He seems to think that two and two is five.
He's sure Japan's the capital of France.
He says that submarines know how to dance.

My dog declares that tigers grow on trees.
He argues only antelopes eat cheese.
He tells me that he's twenty nine feet tall,
then adds that ants are good at basketball.

He claims to own a mansion on the moon;
a palace that he bought from a baboon.
He swears the sun is made of candy bars,
and says he's seen bananas play guitars.

It seems to me my dog is pretty dense.
He talks a lot, but doesn't make much sense.
Although I love my dog with all my heart,
I have to say, he isn't very smart.



I Have to Write a Poem



I Have to Write a Poem


I have to write a poem
but I really don't know how.
So maybe I'll just make a rhyme
with something dumb, like "cow."

Okay, I'll write about a cow,
but that's so commonplace.
I think I'll have to make her be...
a cow from outer space!



My cow will need a helmet
and a space suit and a ship.
Of course, she'll keep a blaster
in the holster on her hip.

She'll hurtle through the galaxy
on meteoric flights
to battle monkey aliens
in huge karate fights.

She'll duel with laser sabers
while avoiding lava spray
to vanquish evil emperors
and always save the day.

I hope the teacher likes my tale,
"Amazing Astro Cow."
Yes, that's the poem I will write
as soon as I learn how.

I'm Arranging All My Pencils


I'm Arranging All My Pencils

I'm arranging all my pencils
in a pattern on the table
and I'm putting all my papers
in a pattern on the floor,
so I'm certain that my teacher
thinks I'm mentally unstable
and I'm hoping that she won't
assign me homework anymore.

But my teacher doesn't notice
and assigns me lots of reading,
so instead I've started coloring
my fingers and my face.
Now my plan to make her see me
is undoubtedly succeeding
and she probably believes
that I belong in outer space.

Yet again she hasn't seen me
acting dingy as a doorbell
as I'm coloring my elbows
and my ankles and my knees,
so I'm dancing like a dodo
as I whistle and I warble
and she has to think I'm bonkers
or my brain is made of cheese.

Still she doesn't bat an eyelash
as she gives me lots of writing
and she doesn't even giggle
when she's handing out the math.
So although my little plan was
undeniably exciting,
now I have to get my papers
and go home and take a bath.
.Optimistic man pessimistic man

Lucky Lou


Lucky Lou

Lucky Lou was luckier
than anyone the world over.
Lou had ninety rabbits' feet,
his lawn was made of four-leafed clover.

Lou had lots of lucky bracelets
all adorned with lucky charms;
some he wore around his ankles,
others jingled on his arms.


Lou would keep his lucky hat on
even while he took a bath.
Black cats always walked behind him
so they wouldn't cross his path.

Never walked beneath a ladder.
Never wore a stitch of black.
Never broke a single mirror.
Never stepped upon a crack.

Lucky Lou was luckier
than anybody else, it's said.
Till the day that grand piano
fell and landed on his head.

















Mirror, Mirror


Mirror, Mirror



Mirror, mirror, by the sink,
tell me what you truly think.
Am I fat or am I thin?
Will I lose or should I win?

Am I short? Perhaps too tall?
Are my ears a bit too small?
Is my nose exactly right?
Do I have an overbite?

Am I weak or super strong?
Is my hair too short or long?
Am I smart or rather dumb?
Can you say what I'll become?

Am I nerdy?  Am I cool?
Am I awful? Do I rule?
Am I great or do I stink?
Mirror, mirror by the sink.







I've Got a Secret


I've Got a Secret


I've got a secret! Oh, I've got a secret!
But I made a promise I wouldn't repeat it.
I've got a secret! Yes, I've got a secret!
But I took an oath and I vowed I would keep it.

Nothing and no one can make me reveal
this wonderful secret I swore I'd conceal.
No form of torture can make me disclose,
this secret I promised I wouldn't expose.



From now until doomsday my secret I'll keep,
I won't breathe a whisper or utter a peep.
Unless you assure me that you'll keep it too,
Then maybe, just maybe, I'll share it with you.