THE TUTOR’S SON… a limerick

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The tutor’s son
Out to have fun
With giant eraser in hand

Flipped through the pages
Of one students notes
Erasing them just as he planned

But, unknown to him
The tutor on a whim
Had exchanged the notes for his own

Too late did he see
As lost words were set free
His behavior she did not condone

THE WRITER… a silly poem

Why the writer fell

No one will ever know

Perhaps the quips and snips he wrote

Were too much of a show

Maybe his plots were way too deep

Or, perhaps not deep enough

If he hadn’t written with crayon, yeah

It might have been good stuff

toddler holding assorted-color Crayola lot

But no, he fell

All the way down

Now, he needs to write himself out

For when you are two

With nothing else to do

Crayons are good in the mouth

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LITTLE RED MOTH… a silly poem

Oh, little red moth

How cute you are.

Sitting on my desk

Should I put you in a jar?

Should take you all around

And show you to my peeps?

Should I move you with the stealth

Of a fighting, ninja priest.

No, I think this time

I’ll just wipe you away.

Because you’re not a moth at all.

Nope! You’re dried strawberry flake!

Temperature… dVerse poetry prompt word

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“It’s hot as blazes!”

Said the Popsicle to the tongue!

“Chill out before you have a coronary,”

Said the teenager to the mom!

“Hot-damn, would you look at that beauty!”

Said the fisherman to his mate.

“It’ll be a cold day in hell before that happens!”

Said the gunslinger to the wannabe.

“I don’t think that frosted look works for you, babe!”

Said the soon to be ex-boyfriend!

SOUND OF SIRENS…(Sung to the tune of The Sound of Silence)

Hello, bank vault my old friend.

I’ve come to tumble you – again.

Because my wife spent all of my mon-ey.

And I need to get some more – you see.

But I’m old,

And my fingers ache much more

Than before.

Is that the sound – of sirens?

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Man, Silhouette, Businessman, Escape

In this darkened bank I roam.

I need to get out and go home.

Running down the hall towards the back door.

I need to get out just a moment more.

When my eyes were stabbed by the flashing of blue cop lights.

No, this ain’t right.

Yes, that’s the sound – of sirens.

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And in the darkened hall I saw.

Dancing shadows on the wall.

Then a bullhorn said that I should freeze.

Quickly, I fell down upon my knees.

And I crawled – hoping I could make my way…

Another day.

Away from sounds – of sirens.

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Chastising me I crawled along.

Straight into the men’s bathroom.

Where I made it back into the hole.

I dug out many, many days before.

And I fell all the way into my tunnel underground.

That’s where I found.

No more sounds – of sirens.

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Now, I’m gonna get away.

With the plunder from my raid.

While the cops are ah-all looking.

For me, but I am back home cooking.

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And the captain of police is pacing,

And really mad…

And, oh so sad.

Amid the sound of sirens.

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DING-DING

That psychedelic

Funky relic

That I tripped over

On the way to school

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Made me stumble

And fall

Doing a somersault

And I broke my flipflops too

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Why didn’t I see

There in front of me

That colorful

Awkward thing

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Because, I was on my phone

Just a texting along

Instead of watching ahead

Ding-ding