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August 18, 2018
Finish This Poem – “Bluetooth”
I turned on my bluetooth
And then moments passed
For sometimes my bluetooth
Is not very fast
I watched as it searched
And I watched as it scanned
Just looking for headphones
‘Cross oceans and land
I turned on my bluetooth
You’ll think it’s a lie
But then I connected
(I’ve no idea why…)
It truly connected
To something bizarre…
My bluetooth connected
To …
(Can you finish this poem?
August 17, 2018
5 Things You Might Learn At A Zoo
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The Plumber
I had to call a plumber
My kitchen sink was clogged.
My toilet started whining
My drain pipes had been flogged.
The plumber had to hurdle
My weedy garden bed;
He pressed upon the doorbell
And shook his grumpy head.
I said, “Just use a flashlight,
The power doesn’t work.
And just ignore the noises;
The neighbours are berserk.”
The plumber got his tools out
But stepped upon a mouse.
“I will not fix your plumbing.
I think you should move house!”
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August 16, 2018
Oops
I pulled the little thread
I gave a little tug
My sweater was so warm
It had me feeling snug
The thread was from the knit
I yanked it with a frown
The sweater fray began
And stitches tumbled down.
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At first it was the sleeves
And then it was the back;
I would have fixed it up
But did not have the knack.
And soon it was the front
That simply came undone
And then I lost my arms
They fell off one-by-one!
The next thing that came loose
The next thing that untied
My toes dropped on the floor
And then I bloomin’ cried.
My ears each dangled down
And landed with a plop
When would this shocking dream
At last come to a stop?!
Like poorly knitted socks
My nose slipped off and fell
And then I lost my brows
And eyelashes as well.
I knew at any point
I would soon lose my head—
I wished with all my heart
I had not pulled that thread.
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August 15, 2018
My Inbox
My online inbox brings me daily joy
With every new unopened piece of mail.
While others rue the emails that annoy,
I read each message fast and without fail.
Oh yes, I need to meet Hot Singles here—
It says there’s three online just standing by!
And yes, I need a detox, for I fear
My liver is too moist—or is it dry?
But more than that, I thank the souls that care
That send so many emails just to me;
If not for them I’d still be unaware
That I could get so many things for free!
Of course, I’ve felt most grateful ever since
I learned I’m to inherit from a Prince…
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August 14, 2018
Beans
There once was a man from Berlin
Who only ate beans from a tin.
He farted like mad
And said, “They smell bad
But better them out than within!”
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August 13, 2018
Sugar
I really love toffee and taffy and cake
The blueberry muffins my Dad likes to bake
And icing and jello and coconut ice
And licorice and chocolate and brownies are nice.
I went to the doctor. (I felt a bit sick.)
He poked in my mouth with a short wooden stick.
He said, “There’s no cure and there’s no magic pill—
You’re now MADE of sugar and that’s why you’re ill!”
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August 12, 2018
The Monthly Earth Update
Hello, oh waiting mothership.
I write to you to say
That here’s my monthly update:
The last two dozen days.
Another Earthling month has passed.
So quickly it flew by!
They’re still suspecting nothing—
I’m such a wicked spy.
There’s something very weird I saw
I think they called it “sport.”
They got a bouncy object
And fiercely o’er it fought.
And many others watched and yelled
And drank some stuff called beer.
And sometimes, things would happen and
Then everyone would cheer.
So that was an experience
I’d never had before.
It’s curious and wondrous and
It’s tacky, that’s for sure.
I hope, oh loyal mothership
That soon I will be done,
‘Cos though each day’s a challenge and
This trip has been so fun,
I’m ready for a home-cooked meal
Of juicy broiled head.
These people eat gross foodstuffs.
The worst one is called “Bread.”
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August 11, 2018
Finish This Poem – “Dream”
I dreamed about a burglar
Who only took my eggs.
I dreamed I was a mer-man
With fins instead of legs.
I dreamed I was a soldier
Who fought a snowball war;
I dreamed I was a gangster
Who left to study law.
I dreamed I was a robot
I dreamed I was a lark.
I dreamed I was a puppy
Who’d talk instead of bark.
I dreamed I was Australian—
A hopping kangaroo;
…
…
(Can you finish this poem?
August 10, 2018
Brazil
There once was a girl from Brazil
Who ate zero vegetables—nil!
She never ate greens
Like cabbage or beans.
Alas! The lass often got ill!
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