Episodes
Saturday Jan 19, 2008
Saturday Jan 19, 2008
by Dorothy Aldis
I'm hiding, I'm hiding,
And no one knows where;
For all they can see is my
Toes and my hair.
And I just heard my father
Say to my mother -
"But, darling, he must be
Somewhere or other;
Have you looked in the inkwell?"
And Mother said, "Where?"
"In the INKWELL?" said Father. But
I was not there.
Then "Wait!" cried my mother -
"I think that I see
Him under the carpet." But
It was not me.
"Inside the mirror's
A pretty good place,"
Said Father and looked, but saw
Only his face.
"We've hunted," sighed Mother,
"As hard as we could
And I AM so afraid that we've
Lost him for good."
Then I laughed out aloud
And I wiggled my toes
And Father said - "Look, dear,
I wonder if those
Toes could be Benny's?
There are ten of them, see?"
And they WERE so surprised to find
Out it was me!
Sunday Jan 13, 2008
Friday Jan 11, 2008
Friday Jan 11, 2008
~anonymous
Do you carrot all for me?
My heart beets for you,
With your turnip nose,
And your radish face,
You are a peach.
If we cantaloupe,
Lettuce marry;
Weed make a swell pear.
Tuesday Jan 08, 2008
Tuesday Jan 08, 2008
My brother studies wind and weather in his science class
he said they have a weather feather that tells them if the wind is fast
I wonder whether the weather feather would tell me if my sneeze
is as powerful as thunder weather or just a springly breeze
Friday Jan 04, 2008
Friday Jan 04, 2008
by Hilaire Belloc
When people call this beast to mind,
They marvel more and more
At such a little tail behind,
So large trunk before.
Sunday Dec 30, 2007
Saturday Dec 29, 2007
Saturday Dec 29, 2007