3 year old, pointing at a picture of a fairy: "Is that the king fairy?"
Adult: "Yes"
3 year old: "Where are his crocodile stains?"
Adult: "What are crocodile stains?"
3 year old: "They're stains that you get from crocodiles,silly!"
Friday, August 12, 2011
Quote from a 3 year old
My feelings can talk and walk and boink and have toothpaste inside them and they are toothpaste and they can go round and round on the carousel and they can go round and round on the ferris wheel.
Using the Whole Animal
My chicken feet bra
One tit per claw
Ain't the worst of all my clothes
(I wear intestine pantyhose)
One tit per claw
Ain't the worst of all my clothes
(I wear intestine pantyhose)
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Luckily Average
Pretty faces draw attention
Make you want to stare awhile
Soaking up the fine aesthetics
Of bright eyes and contoured smiles
But it’s true that ugly faces
Equally entrancing are
For no gaze neglects to lock
Upon a misshaped nose or scar
So if you’re neither ugly duckling
Nor a stunning beauty queen
Then lucky you! You won’t be gawked at
What a treat, to just be seen.
Make you want to stare awhile
Soaking up the fine aesthetics
Of bright eyes and contoured smiles
But it’s true that ugly faces
Equally entrancing are
For no gaze neglects to lock
Upon a misshaped nose or scar
So if you’re neither ugly duckling
Nor a stunning beauty queen
Then lucky you! You won’t be gawked at
What a treat, to just be seen.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Nap/Justice
A policeman named Mr MacRelph
stole a closet, a stove and a shelf
He was tired by the time
he completed the crime,
so he went and a-rested himself.
stole a closet, a stove and a shelf
He was tired by the time
he completed the crime,
so he went and a-rested himself.
Monday, February 7, 2011
A Duck's Debt to a Spider
A handicapped duck named Miss Rose
Moved slower than James Joyce’s prose
Until a kind spider
Crawled right up beside her
And spun a nice web for her toes
Moved slower than James Joyce’s prose
Until a kind spider
Crawled right up beside her
And spun a nice web for her toes
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The Hidden Kangaroo
A man tripped and fell on a kangaroo that was under his bedroom carpet. He knew at once the lump was a kangaroo because of its kanga-rump and roo-ish tail.
“Hey, kangaroo,” he said. “How did you get under there? I have wall-to-wall carpeting. No way for you to squeeze in.”
“I am frightened,” peeped the kangaroo, and sure enough, the man noticed that the kangaroo lump was quivering slightly under the carpet.
“There, there,” said the man. “I am sure we can get you out.”
“No,” said the kangaroo. “I am frightened because I am not useful.”
“Hey, kangaroo,” he said. “How did you get under there? I have wall-to-wall carpeting. No way for you to squeeze in.”
“I am frightened,” peeped the kangaroo, and sure enough, the man noticed that the kangaroo lump was quivering slightly under the carpet.
“There, there,” said the man. “I am sure we can get you out.”
“No,” said the kangaroo. “I am frightened because I am not useful.”
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