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Just Silly

Sunday, September 30th, 2007

A young boy who lived with aborigines jumped high in the air with the greatest of ease.

He knew that his knees would buckle under the pressure of approaching oak trees.

But then all of a sudden up blew a cool breeze that as luck would have it gave him allergies.

He let out a sneeze which propelled him to safety in a pile of leaves.

The boy was relieved.

More Poems

Monday, September 10th, 2007

A young boy was sitting, a sitting one day.
A young girl passed by and said, “Hey! Wanna play?”
So they jumped on the swing set and swung to and fro.
Before too long the young boy had to go.
“Thank you.” He said, and smiled a big smile.
“I’ve got to go home. I’ll be gone for a while.”
Then off like a shot he flew up in the sky!
The young girl was sad, ’cause he never said “Bye.”

One day a ninja was out hunting prey.
His black suit was hot in the middle of the day.
So he slipped in the stream to cool himself down.
But when he got out, he looked all around.
The village had crowded ’round every side.
‘Cause he wasn’t careful the poor ninja . . . was emberrased.

The moral is children, to take special care.
If you are a ninja, always beware.

Same villagers may sneak up on you one day,
but a few ninja stars will sure scare them away.

Probably.

There once was a clumsy young lady.
Who always fell over daily.
She fell on her face,
but did so with such grace,
it was like a ballet with arms flailing.

Poems

Friday, September 7th, 2007

It’s been kind of a slow day today. I’m sick with a sore throat and runny nose. Yippie!! Here are a couple of short story slash poems I wrote. Enjoy!

Once upon a time there was a strange little man.
This strange little man had a weird looking hat.
He took off his hat to scratch his odd looking head,
then went off to sleep in his bizarre looking bed.
The end.

Once upon a time a cool tune was played.
It rang through the land all night and all day.
One morning a farmer heard the sweet song.
He up and ran off and was gone for too long.
His horses all cried, and the sheep were not fed.
Since he never came back they all wound up dead.
The end.

Poor, Poor Man From The Hill

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007

Remember this post? :)

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This was a collaborative effort between me and my brother Craig. Enjoy!

The Creativity Tree

Friday, July 20th, 2007

Once upon a time there was a seed. It grew to become the most grand tree in the whole forest. The tree’s name was, Creativity.

One look upon it’s crusty bark and gnarled roots would inspire you to run away screaming into the night. (Later to be devoured by wolves because we all know how foolish it is to run screaming into the night in a forest.)

One taste of it’s sap would send creative juices surging throughout your body. (Or maybe what you felt was poison oak clogging your innards.)

Stand strong Creativity. May your Earthy roots never dry up and shrivel to become the catalyst of yet another creative forest fire.