Suspicious Granny

Granny smirking in her chair,
a suspicious Granny sitting.
Oh my dentures!
Have you seen
just what Granny’s knitting!?

An 8 year old’s resume

Snowflake taster.

Recess connoisseur.

Goodie-bag aficionado.

Head lice chauffeur.

Mini poems on Motherhood

Sunday best
now a mest.

Baby grabbed spoon!
(Harvard bound!)
Maybe not so soon…
(spoon on ground).

Peek a boo round four
cute beyond belief.
Peek a boo round thirty-five,
mama wants aperitif.

Birth plan devised
(no nurse shall it hinder!)
Contractions start…
plan out the vinder!

In public
baby vocals
sounds great deal like
prepubescent yoddle.

 

 

God and his species maker 9000

On day 7 God has his feet up

but his species maker 9000 continued to work.

That is until the lever got jammed

and the 9000 went berserk.

The Octopus was supposed to have just two tentacles

instead it floats around with eight.

A far too long neck for the giraffe

did it generate.

Readers: let’s take a moment of poetic silence

for those who were 9000-ed from above

(especially for the blobfish who’s face

only a mother could love).