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Friday, 27 June 2014

"You're a wonderful dancer,"

She said with a smile,

As I shimmied and shuffled

And boogied with style.

"Thank you..." I stammered,

"I appreciate that…

But I just need to know

Where the bathroom is at!"

© Shane D. Williams

Posted by: Shane D. Williams AT 09:06 am   |  Permalink   |  2 Comments  |  Email
Friday, 27 June 2014

It’s obvious that Science
Is not my favorite class,
And Mrs. Nogg, my teacher,
Doesn’t think that I will pass.

She’s heard all my excuses
About where my homework went.
She won’t believe a thing I say;
Her patience has been spent.

So last night I did my homework,
'Cause I didn’t want to fail,
But my chemical experiment
Just didn't go too well…

The jar that I had mixed it in
Tipped over on Mom’s plants…
They grew some teeth and came alive,
Then did a spooky dance.

I tried to think of something…
(They were drooling on the floor!)
So I grabbed them all and threw them out,
Then quickly slammed the door!

Today I have a new excuse

To tell to Mrs. Nogg,
But I doubt that she’ll believe me….
My homework ate my dog!

© Shane D. Williams

Posted by: Shane D. Williams AT 09:06 am   |  Permalink   |  4 Comments  |  Email
Friday, 27 June 2014

If I write about nothing,

Then nothing is this.

But now it is something,

Or it wouldn't exist.

I was trying for nothing,

But something came out.

Still, it's pretty much nothing 

This something's about.

© shane D. Williams

Posted by: Shane D. Williams AT 09:05 am   |  Permalink   |  4 Comments  |  Email
Friday, 27 June 2014

My goose done laid a golden egg

How stupid! What a waste!

It's very difficult to chew

And has an awful taste!

© Shane D. Williams

Posted by: Shane D. Williams AT 09:03 am   |  Permalink   |  0 Comments  |  Email
Friday, 27 June 2014

Cleaning my room is fantastic!
Eating my veggies is great!
I love getting smooched by Aunt Bertha;
Her slobber is simply top rate!

It's magical doing the dishes!
Mowing the lawn is the best!
I love doing mountains of homework,
And studying for my math test!

I love getting poked by the doctor!
I simply adore Daddy's feet!
My teacher's the best teacher ever!
My sister is pretty and sweet!

Hold on, now – this still isn't working!
It's not meant to be, I suppose...
I fibbed and I fibbed, like Pinocchio did,
But I still have this short, stubby nose!

© Shane D. Williams

Posted by: Shane D. Williams AT 09:02 am   |  Permalink   |  1 Comment  |  Email
Wednesday, 30 April 2014

Sometimes I wear it curly,
Sometimes I wear it straight.
No matter what I do with it,
My hair looks really great.

Sometimes I add a blue barrette,
Sometimes, a purple bow.
Sometimes I add conditioner
To really make it flow.

Sometimes I like it hot pink,
With glitter and some charms,
But Mom just rolls her eyes and groans,
"Sue! Shave your underarms!"

© Shane D. Williams

Posted by: Shane D. Williams AT 01:00 pm   |  Permalink   |  1 Comment  |  Email
Tuesday, 01 April 2014

I'm a brave little monster
But one thing I dread—
At night, there's a kid
Up on top of my bed.

Mom says kids aren't real,
That it's all in my head.
Perhaps she should try
Sleeping in here instead.

I can hear that kid breathing

All during the night.
Sometimes I hear growling
That fills me with fright.

I've heard kids are hornless,
And not very hairy,
With only two eyeballs—
Now that's pretty scary!

Some have metal teeth
That they grind with their jaws,
While others have glitter
And paint on their claws!

Dad says I'm a wimp,
And it's all in my head.
Perhaps he should come
And get eaten instead.

I'm a brave little monster,
But one thing I dread
Is that darn creepy kid
That's on top of my bed.

© Shane D. Williams

Posted by: Shane D. Williams AT 10:00 am   |  Permalink   |  6 Comments  |  Email
Tuesday, 25 March 2014

I cannot write a poem.
Is that really such a crime?
I don't have any rhythm,
And I don't know how to rhyme!

I cannot write a poem.
It’s just something I can’t do!
I don’t know how to write one,
I just haven’t got a clue!

I cannot write a poem.
So stop telling me I should!
If I could write a poem, well
Believe me folks, I would!

© Shane D Williams

Posted by: Shane D. Williams AT 10:04 am   |  Permalink   |  3 Comments  |  Email
Tuesday, 04 March 2014

A dog and a watermelon fell in love.
Romance was in the air.
Everybody thought it strange
But the couple didn’t care.

So in the spring they married,
And it filled their lives with joy.
And before too long,  yep sure enough
They had a baby boy.

But this poor little fellow, well
He’s always sad, by golly…
But what do you expect, my friends?
He is a Melon Collie.

© Shane D. Williams

Posted by: Shane D. Williams AT 07:22 pm   |  Permalink   |  0 Comments  |  Email
Thursday, 20 February 2014

The Gorillagator is strange as can be.
He can swim in a swamp, or climb up a tree.

He may eat an antelope – perhaps a banana.
He can live in the Congo or Louisiana.

He might pound his chest. He might swish his tail.
Will he need to adapt?  Will this creature prevail?

He weighs half a ton; count his teeth - 89.
He’s strong, mean and fast – yeah, I think he’ll be fine.

© Shane D. Williams

Posted by: Shane D. Williams AT 02:40 am   |  Permalink   |  0 Comments  |  Email
 

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