“Helping Dad” My dad said, “You’re too little to mow or rake the grass. He said, “The mower is heavy because it’s full of gas.” I said, “I’d like to help you.” Dad said, “Here’s what to do. Before I mow the back lawn, please pick up Spotty’s poo.
“All At Once” I love popcorn and peanuts and hot dogs and donuts, and spaghetti with meatballs — but not all at once. I love baseball and football and hockey and soccer and riding my skateboard — but not all at once. I love Sarah and Ashley and Karen and Courtney and Beth with herContinue reading “Other Things #15 – Poemlet #9”
Years ago, I was having my mother, aunt, uncle over for dinner one evening, and naturally, there were several things to do in preparation. Besides making the dinner, I wanted to get the house looking its best because my aunt and uncle were from out-of-town and weren’t over often. I asked my husband if heContinue reading “Other Things #14 – A Night of Danger!”
My first “Other Things” post concerned the toilet paper situation at Costco early in the Covid 19 Pandemic. It was when the “toilet paper panic” was coming to an end because stores, including Costco, were limiting people to one package per trip. I was thrilled because I no longer had to worry about such mundaneContinue reading “Other Things # 13 – Toilet Paper Again”
“Boy Logic” A cocker spaniel and a poodle make a cockapoo. Which means a goat and a squirrel make a girl.
“Tightrope” He walks the tightrope in the air while all the people sit and stare, and as they watch, the thought of all is will this fellow slip and fall. No doubt – he’d be the bravest yet if down below there were no net.
When I wrote this years ago, I thought of it as a children’s poem, but I’ve since decided it’s a little too dark for children, so I’m classifying it as one of the “Other Things”. “Fowl Foul Play” Mother Goose was quite the bird! She wrote the best poems ever heard, of Mother Hubbard, JackContinue reading “Other Things # 9 – Dark Poem #1”
“Mustn’ts” I mustn’t chew my fingernails, I’m told by Mom and Dad. I mustn’t pick my nose — they say it really looks quite bad! I mustn’t crack my knuckles, and I mustn’t burp aloud, and if I master mustn’ts — well then Mom and Dad are proud!
“Guilt” My teacher, Mrs. Stewart, is staring at me, for no reason — unless — she’s noticed my gum! Unless — she saw me pass that note! Unless — she knows I shot the spitball! Unless — “Pardon, Mrs. Stewart? You — you like my new haircut? Uh — thank-you.”
The initial part of this story might be hard for you to believe, but it’s the truth. My first place of employment was at one of our city’s tourist attractions. I was a receptionist, and there was a restaurant in another part of the building. People would come into the reception area, and if theyContinue reading “Other Things # 7 – One of My Most Insensitive Moments”