Sunday, November 14, 2010

Vacation

Mother says "vacation time!"
I totally cannot wait.
We’ll have fun with fishing,
And lots and lots of bait.

Sand castles await us
On a bright and sandy beach,
I wade on through the water;
While munching on a peach!

Now I dream of our hotel,
Where rich people abide,
Gerbils, cats, french poodles,
And plenty more besides.

When we see the details,
Our hearts dip down a lot,
We’re ‘cationing in a cabin,
There’s no fish to be caught.

No sand castles, no peaches,
I am so very sad,
No gerbils and no poodles,
But I cannot be mad.

Mom knew nothing of my plans,
My heavenly hotels,
My wading spots, My cats and dogs,
My plans I give farewells.

As it turns out, when we return,
I brag so graciously,
To my friends of all the fun,
The cabin had for me.

Stories

I wrote a lotta stories once,
To put into the fair,
One was about a hallows night,
The other ‘bout a bear!

I got like, fifty stories,
a lotta a lotta stories,
To write them gets me glories,
When I write someone stories!

I wrote a book ‘bout Princess Peach,
Luigi, Mario,
The toads (I realized they’re twins),
and mean old Wario!

I got like, fifty stories,
a lotta a lotta stories,
To write them gets me glories,
When I write someone stories!

I wrote a story ‘bout a cat,
It only name was Socks,
Kiddies gave him bubble bath,
But grown-ups gave him rocks!

I got like, fifty stories,
a lotta a lotta stories,
To write them gets me glories,
When I write someone stories!

I wrote a mystery one time,
About a little girl,
She and her friends solved it real quick,
And earn themselves a pearl!

I got like, fifty stories,
a lotta a lotta stories,
To write them gets me glories,
When I write someone stories!

That is the end of my campaign,
That is my story’s end,
I hope you like this show I’ve done,
More’s just around the bend!

I got like, fifty stories,
a lotta a lotta stories,
To write them gets me glories,
When I write someone stories!