Tuesday, March 31, 2015

A Little Dispute Management



She eats the candy!
He takes it away!
She never gets her work done,
He wants me to work instead of play!

I try to be nice,
Your sweetness is a vice.
I even offered to get you chocolate.
He asked me not once, but thrice!


I just want to get it right!
Well, you're causing a fight.
I'm sorry my dearest, I really am.
Finally! He sees the light.

Thanks friend, have a nice night.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Easter Chick Confession



I was supposed to decorate like 300 eggs. I'm a baby right? So don't child labor laws apply? Well, I didn't do it. White eggs are easier to find in the grass. Your welcome.


Egg Decorating
It takes forever,
You need to be clever.
Your hand gets tired,
If you mess up you could get fired.
No one offers you candy to eat,
But there are piles and piles at your feet.
Being a bunny's assistant is a hard job,
And honestly I'd rather stay home and be a slob.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Wishing at the Crochet Well



I'm hoping for rain, warm rain,
I'm hoping for corn, seeds and grain.
I'm hoping for blooms, yellow and red,
I'm hoping for Spring, and getting fed.
I'm hoping for Sun, bright and warm.
I'm hoping your friends don't get mad and swarm.
I'm hoping we get to play at the beach this summer,
Yeah, if it rains every day, that would be a huge bummer.


[I'm hoping for warm weather, sunny days, and iced tea on the porch, you?]
Crochet bee

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Crochet Retreat



So here we are sitting by the fire.
I'd say it was cold, but I'd be a liar.
This house, this sun, 
It's like spring has begun
And it's just a little while,
'Till warm weather makes me smile.

Let's set up the chairs, the table, and games,
Let's laugh all night while we stare at the flames.
I'm ready to dance,
Relax,
And leave it up to chance.

Who knows where we're going,
Where we are,
Or what we're doing.
But I'm done with worrying and reviewing.

Ah the fire, the fire, warm and and inviting,
I'm glad you stopped friend, you've made my night exciting.



Wednesday, March 25, 2015

I Love Crochet Pie



Your cousin Sam,
Is a pretty interesting man.
His stories are a bit long,
But I think my first impression of him was wrong.

He isn't boring
Or annoying.
He's quite nice,
If a bit bad with advice.

And his pies are the best,
Creamy custard and criss-cross chess.
I would have stayed forever,
As his cooking is an endeavor.

But you should go back with me next time,
Ooh, maybe he'll make strawberry pie with thyme!!

Ok, never mind,
I bet strawberry and raspberry can be combined,
with a teeny pinch of lemon rind,
and...

Stop!! I'm hungry already,
We're turning around, hold steady.
I'm not going to listen you go on and on,
We're going to Sam's and I'm getting some!

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

My House is My Crochet Sanctuary




Each day that I sit,
And ponder about it,
I'm happy to say,
That I'm so glad that I stayed.

I like it out here,
In the air, watching deer,
I like being around,
Hanging out, here in town.

I'm finally at peace,
No crazy flying geese.
No weird night time howling,
No annoying night time growling.

I thought I was just visiting,
But I was really redepositing,
My life from there to here,
And now everything is clear. 

So what's up with you?
You look kind of blue?

I'm afraid the wolves followed you.

Oh boo.

Monday, March 23, 2015

A Bunch of Crochet Flowers




One is for Ben,
Because he's my brother and my friend.

One is for my friend Sue,
Because I like her too.

One is for dad,
Because he's awfully rad.

One is for Uncle Mike,
He taught me how to ride a bike,

One is for my teacher Bell,
She's pretty swell.

And one is for you,
Because you're awesome, and kind and really don't mind, 
When my rhymes are sloppy, and my crochet animals floppy, 
And you don't whine when my jokes are bad, or tell me when they're sad, 
You just show up each day to check in out, and I hope you will never doubt,
That humor is what it's all about.

And maybe poetry, but whatever.  




Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Puffin Up



I'm standing on a rock, 
I'm in shock.
I feel so strong and free.
I can see other pink puffs, just like me.

We're all waiting in line,
To say our piece and feel fine.
It's good to shout and yell,
And afterwards you feel pretty swell.

Next we'll beat our chests and roar,
And I know you'll adore
When we fall over on the floor.

Pink puffs don't have arms you see.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Happy St. Patrick's Day



I'm just sayin'
Not playin'
Won't be stayin'
So quit your belly ache'n

So you over-indulged
And your stomach bulged
With too much fudge
Don't hold a grudge.

Be free
Like me
Don't you see
What you could be?

A Leprehaun my friend!
It's the best end
That I could send
To help mend
This stomach ache trend.

So be free
Like me
That green guy with the candy 

The St. Patty's Day Leprechaun!

[Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone!! Have fun celebrating]

Monday, March 16, 2015

Friendship is Sharing



A chocolate for you,
And one for me,
A chocolate for all,
And one for all three.

Oh what can be, 
This feeling so free?
It's friendship my friends!
Between you and me.

I arrive once a year,
To share with those I hold dear.
And then I'm off in a flash,
I'm so sorry I must dash.

But I treasure these moments,
Between me and my 'gents.
I feel happy to have you,
If that makes any sense.


Friday, March 13, 2015

Elephant St. Patrick's Day



A wee bit of the love 
For such a lovely dove.

A handsome kiss, 
For you little miss.

I'll be singing your praises, 
While my heart beats and blazes.

Your a sight to be seen,
And that I surely do mean.

So share with me my pot of gold,
And together we'll celebrate another year old.


Thursday, March 12, 2015

One Person's Treasure is Another's Gold



That's me! They'd say.
They'd be thinking I'd pay.

But just finding me's not enough,
You've got to be made of stronger stuff.

You've got to be brave,
And not cave.

I don't give out treasure to just anyone,
You've got to know, not to run.

I'm gonna be mean,
And crazy, it'll seem.

I'm gonna accuse
And maybe refuse.

Don't beg, don't argue, don't conjole or fret,
Why don't you challenge me to a bet?

I'm a fan of a good game, especially of chance.
If you win I'll reward you, but you've gotta win the dance.

I'm sneaky you see
And I go at two when I say three.

So be ready to run,
And don't forget to have fun.


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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

A Dog and A Sheep go Bleet Bleet



You look like me.
Don't be silly.
We're the same color.
We Do Not look like one another.
We have the same eyes.
This is all lies.

Mom!!!!!

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Leprechaun Down Time



Did you check for surveillance equipment?
No one is going to steal the treasure.
I realize that you don't worry about such things, but did you check for spies?
There are no spies, no one wants your chocolate.
It's treasure!!! I can't believe you said that.
Listen, everyone knows that you got your treasure stolen last year and now all you have in that pot of yours is chocolate. 
Chocolate IS treasure!
Sure, sure. 


Chocolate is Treasure
It comes in all shapes and sizes,
And everyone buys it.
There is dark and light,
Crunchy and white.
I like mine over ice cream,
You know what I mean.
All drizzly goodness,
Of course it makes a huge mess.
I buy mine by the pound,
And I cut it into rounds.
I sprinkle sea salt on top,
And then I eat a lot.
So much in fact,
That I'm seriously cash strapped.
So buy me some chocolate,
Shaped like a rocket.
The ones with the gooey stuff inside.
What is that, honey from a hive?
Whatever it is, 
It's seriously good sis.


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Monday, March 9, 2015

A Gnome Makes Three



Where did we leave that shiny thing Gary found yesterday?
Over by the old oak.
Which old oak?
There's only one old oak Ben, seriously.

Gnomes
Deep in the woods,
They are misunderstood.
Feared and revered.
Pursued, yet misconstrued.
Gnomes
In the woods lie their homes.
They grow little seeds,
That will soon become trees.
They single little songs,
That seem to go on and on and on.
And yet they are frightful,
But I find them delightful.
They growl in the dark,
When they hear my dog bark.
They sing in the spring,
When the first bud comes into being.
We might not see them all the time,
But they're there in every rhyme.
So don't pester or paw them,
Don't chase them or claw at them.
Leave one sock unmatched,
A snack, unpacked.
Plant a seed in the morning,
Try not to be too boring. 
And remember this one thing,
Gnomes like bling.

Friday, March 6, 2015

Five is For Friday



It's not one, no way.
Not two, today.
We've got five I say. 
Five.

It's not three, says me.
Not four, for sure.
We've got five I say,
We've got five today.

Five baby birds, just sitting around.
Five baby birds waiting to be found.
Five baby birds waiting for you.
Five baby birds, ready for the zoo.
You in.....dude?

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Crochet Owls Are Four of A Kind



One, two, three, four,
Where are they now, where did they go?
Four little owls were hanging with me,
We were playing board games and Wii.
But they had to fly home to be with their mom,
She was making dinner, so now they're all gone. 
I think they're coming back tomorrow, 
but who really knows.
The owls go wherever the warm air blows.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

I See Three Crochet Owls, Oh Me



One in the front to guard the door,
One on the roof that you can't ignore.
One on the side, just biding his time,
Three little owls I hope to make mine.

They hoot and they holler,
Tweet so loud, you wonder why you bother.
But oh so cute and sweet as can be,
I'm so happy I have these three. 

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Two Crochet Hooters




Two baby owls,
Both with scowls.
Larry is the brains, Eddy the smarts,
Larry burps a lot, Eddy farts.
They were born in March,
Two years apart.
Larry loves his mom,
Eddy his dad,
I like them both, but I think it's just a fad. 

Monday, March 2, 2015

One Crochet Owl




One owl, most foul.
He's been alone for a while.
Been stuck outside,
While his family hides inside.
 "Come back," he yells,
"I'll be nice!" He compels.
But no one comes; perhaps he still smells.
He didn't mean to taunt that skunk,
Didn't mean to trip and fall in all that gunk.
Yes he stinks, it's his jinx.
But he swears, 
if it takes a week in the sink.
He'll make himself clean, and never again be mean.
Just "Come Back!" he screams.
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