1 No Bad Weather Ever
There’s no bad weather —
not in nature’s way,
and nothing blocks adventure
from finding us today.
We run out through the doorway,
through puddles, splash and glide,
jumping over bogs and mud —
the rain is glad to guide.
We push through leafy bushes,
to catch the frogies there,
and when the rain grows heavier —
our raincoats scent the air.
The wind, the rain, the hail —
how lovely they appear!
The clouds wrap the sky in grey,
and raindrops whisper near.
Again we leave the doorway,
through puddles, splash, and play,
for nothing stops adventure
from finding us today.
Big heaps of autumn leaves —
we dive and roll within,
we step from our cozy rooms,
to watch the fall begin.
The autumn waters whisper,
they call us to explore,
our freedom has no boundaries,
from mountains to shore.
2 An Autumn
After the shower,
a hairdryer
blows the fire
on your head.
Autumn orchard
drops a fortune
since we've met.
Hundred leaves
at your knees —
you stepped in
to begin.
In your eyes
glanced skies,
to prelude them
within.
Autumn wind
weaves the flames
into braids
on your head.
Hands catch up
a danceleaf,
circling rounds
in jet.
It tickles you pink —
it will go on the wall,
and you know:
chosen one in the frame
in your bedroom
will flame,
all life long will remind you
again and again
of the spirit
weaving out
your goldhair
in chains.
3 A lesson
In a snowy world so delightful and wide,
Lived a frosty fellow with a triumph inside.
A snowman named Frosty, round and tall,
On a frosty day, he has answered his call.
To the playground, Frosty made up his way,
Excitement building, he was ready to play.
Upon the slide, he has taken a ride,
But, oh dear, his parts have started divide!
Down he went with a cheerful glide,
But halfway through, his fate lost a guide,
A mumble, a tumble and a snowy sprawl,
Frosty's pieces scattered into big and small.
You don't worry of Frosty, because in the end
Meryl and Sheryl have rebuilt him of blend
A lesson we learned on that wintery day,
Even when we fall, find a way to stay.
4 Acceptance
In an icy land where snowflakes play,
Lived a sad snowman, Frosty, they'd say.
His carrot nose, quite long and grand,
Made him frown and complain in the land.
"Dear squirrel friends, with fur so bright,
Can you help me, make my nose just right?
It's too long, I need some of your aid,
To trim it down, I'm feeling dismayed."
The squirrels pondered, whiskers a-twitch,
They found a solution in a snowy stitch.
With a snip, a trim, a twist of glee,
Shortened the carrot, joyous to be.
But it happened too fast, with playful sport,
Oh no, oh my, they made it too short.
"Dear squirrels, my friends, it's quite a plight,
Now my nose is too short, absolutely not right.
-Can we fix it, make it just so?
-I'd be grateful, let's give it a go."
Snip by snip, in the snowy soft trance,
They trimmed again, but no second chance.
With giggles and laughs, they tried it again,
Crafting a nose, again all in vain.
A lesson was learned, in a wintery dance,
Acceptance embraced, no need for a prance.
Love yourself true, cut the plastic romance!
In an icy land, where snowflakes cavort,
Frosty finally smiled with a nose quirky sort.
5 Hello, World
When you go through the tunnel in the Alps
And the train’s rhythm squeezes and harms,
Three seasons behind and below,
Sea level starts to shine and to glow.
In this moment you wish for the tears —
They would ease the pain of your fears.
Pumpbeat, the sea flies away,
Now you prepare your new cry to say.
Snails heading for cabbage long time ago,
There is no luggage for you, none at all.
Jaws of life, firefighters, and bright light —
Here comes the final goodbye to the night.
This poem is a riddle, each word means something else.
6 To Live Is Already a Win (Rap)
Yo,
Got some pimples, feelin’ kinda down?
Stop stressing my friend, put back on your crown
A car splashed mud when you crossed the line?
Just brush it off, pal — it's your time to shine.
Dogs in the yard tore new jeans apart?
That ain’t the end, ripped jeans are the start.
Your girlfriend left you for your closest bro?
Time will heal wounds— that’s how we all grow.
Cough won’t quit, you feel weaker inside?
Parents keep nagging, say you gotta no drive?
Heart is all broken, your anxiety loud?
Listen up, man, stand tall and be proud.
‘Cause life ain’t easy, it’s full of fight —
But still keep breathing? Then you’re all right.
No matter the struggle, the scars and the pain,
To live a new day — it's already the gain.
7 Connolly Rosslare
At Connolly Station, the engine gives a cry,
We’re right on time and the train waits nearby.
We step off from the tram — the seagulls wheel in flight,
It’s early, very early, wrapped in morning light.
We count the cars' numbers — ours is number five,
The doors close softly, and the wagons come alive.
They fly across the meadows, forests, towns, and plains,
We read the passing landscapes like pages on the train.
Bridges, horses, beaches — Bray station drawing near,
The mist drifts up to heaven, the sky turns bright and clear.
In Rosslare we get out — the journey’s reached its end,
The iron beast gives one last cry, goodbye my dear friend.
It was so very thrilling — to race across the land,
This country is so lovely, like paradise's strand
So don’t just sit at home — go buy yourself a fare,
Take a train from Dublin — and glide into thin air!
8 Sportlife
No pain, no gain — it’s all in your brain,
Each fall is practice, not in vain,
Add some speed and try again,
For victory comes to those who train.
9 Cheesy Ride
A mouse built a car of cheese,
Munch, munch, munch
It’s cheddar wheels rolled up with ease,
Chomp, chomp, chomp
He reached his goal, so proud was he,
Gobble, gobble, gobble
But oh my, how could it possibly be?
Nom, nom, nom
The car had shrunk to the size of a pea!
Snarf, snarf, snarf
He finished it slowly beneath an oak tree,
Nibble, nibble, nibble
Then dreamed of big wheels made of brie—
Zzzzzz… honk-sheee, honk-sheee…
The next day he built a house of bread…
10 Turn Around
A little boy with his eyes open wide,
Sat by Mama’s chair on one side.
“Mama,” he asked, “where’s Daddy gone?”
She smiled and said, “Turn around, my son —
Here is your Dada.”
He turned to Daddy, cute and small,
“Dada, where’s Mama? I can’t recall.”
Daddy smiled and gently stroked boy's hair,
“Turn around, my boy — she’s right out there.
Here is your Mama.”
And again little boy with his eyes open wide,
Turned to Mama’s chair on one side.
“Mama,” he asked, “where’s Daddy gone?”
She smiled and said, “Turn around, my son —
Here is your Dada.”
He turned to Daddy, cute and small,
“Dada, where’s Mama? I can’t recall.”
Daddy smiled and gently stroked boy's hair,
“Turn around, my boy — she’s right out there.
Here is your Mama.”
And again little boy with his eyes open wide,
Turned to Mama’s chair on one side.
“Mama,” he asked, “where’s Daddy gone?”
She smiled and said, “Turn around, my son —
Here is your Dada.”
He turned to Daddy, cute and small,
“Dada, where’s Mama? I can’t recall.”
Daddy smiled and gently stroked boy's hair,
“Turn around, my boy — she’s right out there.
Here is your Mama.”
Repeat 100 times
11 The Blackberries
The blackberries are shining
Where tangled branches weave,
A secret treasures glinting there,
Right up the summer’s sleeve.
The little girls and little boys
Come running down the track,
They reach into the bramble thorns—
But quickly draw hands back!
“Oh, berries look delicious
So big and black and round!
But 'cause of nasty prickly bits—
We can not get them down!”
They reach until their fingers sting,
The thorns all scratch and tear.
“We’ll come again with gloves,” they say,
“And Grandpa’s olden chair!”
Off they skip through meadow grass,
And chase the butterflies—
While blackberries keep ripening
Beneath the sunny skies.
The wisdom you should learn from this,
Is not all treasures come with ease.
The wise don’t quit—they learn to rest,
Then rise again to do their best!
12 No Rush
Me, with my parents:
Quickly wash your hands and face,
The morning sun is shining high.
Father’s waiting — keep the pace,
No time to dream or wonder why.
“Quickly,” Mother says, “your hair!
Finish your breakfast, don’t delay.
Your coat, hat — the bus is there!
Be quick, my dear, we are late.”
Me, with my grandparents:
To ramble through the puddles
And watch the cars go passing by,
To eat a bagel mixed with cuddles,
Observe the clouds in the sky…
13 Confused or not?
I’m not confused—
at least, I guess?
Wait, did I say...
What a mess!
I had a plan,
Then lost the plot
I’m sure, I’m sure,
except I’m not...
I asked my brain,
“What should I do?”
It laughed and said,
“I’m lost here too!”
I asked again,
“Are we okay?”
It packed a bag
and walked away.
So here I stand,
a thinking blob—
Confusion? Nah.
A full-time job!
14 Home
I was young, I dreamed one dawn,
To chase the sun across the sea.
My mother sang till I was gone,
Her gentle song laid deep in me.
I crossed the waves for brighter days,
For fortune’s luck I went to roam,
But in my heart, through all my ways,
There lived the song that called me home.
The streets were loud, the years flew fast,
The city lights replaced the stars.
I built my name, but from the past
A song blew soft through window’s bars.
Now silver threads have touched my hair,
My face is lined, my steps are slow.
I’m coming back to breathe fresh air,
And wind still sings the song I know.
At last I rest where I began,
Where barefoot I once ran free.
Though I am old and Mom is gone,
Her song still hums inside of me.
15 The Way to Learn
One sunny day beneath a tree,
A teacher spoke to you and me:
“Let’s have a test, the same for all,
Climb up the tree — both big and small.”
The monkey grinned; he loved to scale,
He climbed the tree without fail.
The hippo sighed, “That’s not for me,
I’m much too big to climb a tree!”
The penguin wobbled, the fish looked sad,
The seal got nervous, the dog got mad.
They all have talent in their way,
But some had failed the test that day.
“Hmm… this test is wrong, I must agree,
It’s not the same for you and me!
Each student differs, that’s the key,
Not all can climb up high the tree!”
The teacher paused and said out loud,
“I’ve made one rule for you, the crowd.
But the school is not the same for all —
We each have gifts, both big and small.”
“The fish can swim, the bird can sing,
The seal can dive, the monkeys swing.
The hippo's strong, the sloth can sleep,
The cat can climb, the frog can leap!”
“So let’s find ways for all to grow,
To learn the things we want to know.
For school should help each one to see
The best of who they’re meant to be!”
16 Checkmate
Life mixes chess with random hands;
we get our fate without a choice —
status, parents, native lands,
the tongues that shape our voice.
There’s passion, joy, and tears,
love and hate that come and go;
the strategy that masks our fears,
the moves we make to steal the show.
Some pieces fall, and some may win;
the pawn may rise again as queen.
Some leave before the game begins,
some linger on in shade unseen.
There're some who cannot stand —
to stop the game they pull the trigger.
There is a start, there is an end;
a box awaits for every figure.
In the end, all queens and pawns,
bishops, kings, rooks and knights,
are mixed alike on silent lawns,
in wooden box they rest at night…
17 The Way to School
We are walking off to school
Through yards along the way.
A biting dog likes chasing us;
It grabs our pants each day.
We fed that dog a tasty bite,
He wagged and let us through—
Now our clothes are all alright,
Our pants are good as new!
18 Recess
Kids are giggling, full of cheer,
Spinning, twirling, far and near.
Jumping high, racing through,
So many things that they can do!
Running, jumping, dancing too—
It’s all the thrilling things to do!
But dear kids, do not forget:
The bell has rung, we all go back
Learning science in the school
Is full of fun and truly cool
So take your seats and don’t delay,
Exciting class is on your way!
19 We were young
We went to the desert without a map or water.
We chased the horizon, mocking the echo of our own laughter.
We were red as lobsters from sunbathing at noon.
We climbed cacti, dancing to the rhythm of rattlesnakes.
We drove through sand dunes in old, rusted cars with half a liter of gasoline.
We jumped off cliffs into oceans full of sharks.
We lit bonfires on nude beaches, feeding them with flagpoles.
We slept on rusty rooftops beneath satellites.
We believed our own lies and made promises we never meant to keep.
We collected coins from fountains and bought ramen noodles.
We sipped warm beer in supermarket parking lots and peed in bushes.
We camped beside train tracks and hopped into empty cattle wagons.
We rode skateboards down highways, chasing lightning and thunder.
We wrote our names in wet cement and tried to outrun our own shadows.
We painted graffiti on abandoned factories and called it art.
We ran through sprinkler drizzle, fully dressed for Sunday mess.
We wrote poems on receipts and wore bruises like jewelry.
We laughed so hard we cried and couldn’t stop.
We were young…
So tell us your story — when you were young…
20 Malin's Head
The noon was bright, the sky was fair,
Till sudden shadows filled the air.
The storm begins its moaning call,
And shards of earth like pebbles fall.
The wind began its mournful cry,
It tore the clouds from the sky.
The pines were bent, their voices cracked,
As thunder through the valley smacked.
A flash of fire—the heavens bled,
The wrath of gods on Malin’s Head!
Through open doors the winds have crept,
They rattled room where children slept.
The hedges bend, the branches groan,
As thunder claimed the head its own.
The pines gave way with piercing cry,
Their splinters vanished in the sky.
Brooks to rivers and fields to lakes
The morning lifts as daylight wakes.
The storm drifts on, its anger spent,
It echoes through the silent land.
The air's thin, the skies turn pale,
And peace returns behind the gale.
The sea lies dark, the grasses sway,
As ghosts of thunder fade away.
The noon is gone, the earth is wet—
But none who saw will soon forget
What day it was on Malin’s Head.
21 Malignant Seed
Johnny let a thought take root,
A seed of darkness, bitter fruit.
It whispered lies, it rooted deep,
And in his mind, the poison seeped.
Words grew like leaves upon a vine,
Sharp and harsh, no light could shine.
Swearing, blame, and cutting tone—
From seed to branches, it has grown.
Actions followed, wild and blind,
Anger, spite began to bind.
Each reckless deed, each cruel act,
Became a habit, hard to crack.
Habits formed the frame of self,
A person shaped by evil's stem
And destiny, once soft and free,
Now grew the thorns of misery.
Don't be like Johnny—take a deed:
Clear your mind of the toxic seed.
Plant thoughts of love, of hope, and grace,
And watch them blossom in your space.
22 Love and Her Baby Tooth
There was a girl
Her name was Love,
She had a wobbly tooth above.
She wiggled it day,
She wiggled it night,
She wiggled it left,
She wiggled it right!
“Oh, tooth,” she said, “please fall today!
I need those coins that fairies pay!
For lollipops—so bright and sweet—
A special treat for me to eat!”
Mama said, “Try apples, dear.”
Love took a bite without fear.
She checked again—no luck tonight,
That tooth was there, holding tight!
Then Dada grinned, “I’ve got the floss!
One gentle tug – it will be lost.”
He tied it up and gave it go—
But Love just yelled,
“Oh no, oh no!”
Then Brother came with hook in hand,
“I’ll help you out, just as I planned!”
Love saw the hook, her eyes grew wide,
“No way!” she yelled, and ran to hide
Grandpa laughed, “Just let it be,
It’ll fall when it’s ready, you will see!”
So Love waited… but not too long—
That wobbly tooth still felt so wrong!
She tried again, all by herself,
With floss she got from the shelf.
She tied it tight, gave one small pull—
But the tooth was stubborn like a mule.
Then—what was that???
Love froze in fright…
A little mouse came in sight!
It peeked right through a tiny hole,
Its whiskers twitching in the hall.
Love gasped and pulled so fast—
The tooth popped out, gone at last!
There was silence for a moment,
Then she laughed and gave a comment:
—“That little mouse knew what to do!
Hooray, hooray for peekaboo!”
For Mama, Dada, brother too,
All tried their best—but none broke through!
The little mouse, with one quick peek,
Did what the others couldn't tweak!
And that’s how Love, our little bright,
Have lost her tooth that very night.
Now when she grins, both big and wide—
The missing tooth she shows with pride!
23 Those toddlers
Mama: “What’s up in your hair?”
Toddler: “The pieces of pear!”
Mama: “What’s on your face?”
Toddler: “Some soupy trace!”
Mama: “What’s up your nose?”
Toddler: “My baby toes!”
Mama: “What’s on your toes?”
Toddler: “Some muddy clothes!”
Mama: “What’s in your hands?”
Toddler: “Some crumbly sands!”
Mama: “What’s on your knees?”
Toddler: “Some bits of cheese!”
Mama: “What’s on your belly?”
Toddler: “A smushy jelly!”
Mama: “What’s on your back?”
Toddler: “A chocolate track!”
Mama: “What’s in your socks?”
Toddler: “Some tiny rocks!”
Mama: “What’s on your shirt?”
Toddler: “A dribbly squirt!”
Mama: “What’s on your thumb?”
Toddler: “A bit of crumb!”
Mama: “What’s on your foot?”
Toddler: “A little fruit!”
Mama: “What’s on your fist?”
Toddler: “A pudding twist!”
Mama: “What’s on your chin?”
Toddler: “Some apple skin!”
Mama: “What’s on your chest?”
Toddler: “A syrup vest!”
Mama: “What’s on your feet?”
Toddler: “A sticky treat!”
Mama: “What’s on your shoes?”
Toddler: “Some brown ooze!”
Mama: “What’s on your cheekbone?”
Toddler: “A raisin scone!”
Mama: “What’s on your hip?”
Toddler: “A chocolate drip!”
Mama: “What’s on your belt?”
Toddler: “A caramel melt!”
Mama: “What’s on your jeans?”
Toddler: “Some jelly beans!”
Mama: “What’s on your thighs?”
Toddler: “That’s a surprise!”
What do you think is on the toddler’s thighs?
24 Tea
They drank their tea, so warm and sweet,
And gobbled toast with jam;
Then called to Mom — their voices meet —
“We’re hungry, give us ham!”
Mom, mom, give us yum!
Yum, yum, give us, mom!
They sipped some tea, a darker brew,
And ate their eggs and bread;
Then cried, “Oh Mom, there’s more to do —
Bring chocolate cake ahead!”
Mom, mom, give us yum!
Yum, yum, give us, mom!
They drank mint tea and munched away,
Each biscuit gone from sight;
They shouted, “Mom, more snacks today —
Some cookies would be right!”
Mom, mom, give us yum!
Yum, yum, give us, mom!
“Soup!” they plead — “we’re starving here!”
But Mom just shakes her head:
“You’ve had enough — now sit, be still,
It’s time to go to bed!”
Mom, mom, give us yum!
Yum, yum, give us, mom!
They drank white tea with morning sun,
And ate up every bun;
Then begged, “Oh Mom, just one more treat —
Just one more snack for fun!”
Mom, mom, give us yum!
Yum, yum, give us, mom!
They sipped green tea and grinned so wide,
Their plates were clean and neat;
Then called, “Oh Mom, don’t run and hide —
We’d love some stew and meat!”
Mom, mom, give us yum!
Yum, yum, give us, mom!
“Porridge, please!” the children shout,
But Mom just shakes her head:
“You’ve eaten all the food about —
Now straight away to bed!”
Mom, mom, give us yum!
Yum, yum, give us, mom!
25 We Are Riding
We are riding, riding far,
Riding, riding — to a star!
Through the fields we take a ride,
Riding by the ocean tide
Riding cars and riding hills,
Riding valleys, streams, and mills.
Riding steppes and mountains high,
Riding where the eagles fly.
Riding rivers, riding seas,
Riding rafts and riding trees.
Riding roads, both big and small,
Highways, paths, we ride them all!
Riding wagons, riding sleighs,
Riding snowy, sunny days.
Riding lands and riding towns,
Riding ups and riding downs.
Riding oceans, riding whales,
Riding ships with billowed sails.
Riding islands, riding bays,
Riding through the sunny rays.
Riding moments, big and small,
Riding joy that fills us all.
Riding hearts that sing a cheer,
Riding love that’s always near.
We are riding, riding long,
Riding singing happy song.
Riding night and riding day!
We arrived! Hip-hip, hooray!
26 Last Snow
The girls made pie of silver snow,
They built it for the winter show.
At noon the sun began to glow,
And made the snow in rivers flow.
When they returned,
They yelled with fear,
“Oh dear, oh dear, it isn’t here!"
And winter whispered in the ear:
“The spring is near...”
27 The First Year
Winter
When icy frost was on the ground,
And snowflakes danced all around
The baby boy was born…
Cold winds blew, the world was white,
His mother rocked him, holding tight.
Spring
When snow has melted on the ground
And brooks flowed gently all around
Mom sang him songs …
Flowers bloomed and skies turned blue,
As green grass grew—the boy grew too.
Summer
When sunlight shimmered on the ground,
And buzzing bees were all around,
He napped outside…
Mama strolled through fields of hay,
And summer gently passed away.
Autumn
When autumn leaves fell on the ground,
Crisp air whispered all around.
He took his first steps…
He fell and stood, then turned to see,
His mama’s smile, her face with glee
One year passed on solid ground,
The boy had walked and looked around
He said his first word…
His joy was bright, his eyes profound
So many wonders still to be found
28 The nest
Eggs to birds, and birds to flight,
Morning turns to autumn's night.
Winter comes, the nest stands bare,
Treasure them while they are there.
29 Helping Hand
I’m Lucinda, small and bright,
Helping others feels just right.
My brother sat with candies near,
My sister with her cookies dear.
I helped my brother with his treats,
I helped my sister with her sweets.
I helped my brother with each bite,
I munched the cookies with delight.
Now it’s time to help Mama and Dada.
30 The Journey
Blossoms bloom, then fade away,
Petals drift and fall like snowflakes.
The wind invites the cherry blossoms
for a dance.
Summer warms the branches.
Fruits appear where petals once were—
First green and small, then big and juicy.
Now they are sweet and glossy,
like ruby necklaces
sparkling on June’s neck.
Bears feast on cherries,
And in digestive juices,
The pits take their journey
deep into the guts.
Then the seeds are cast in rich manure,
miles away from the mother tree.
The pits stay buried underground through winter,
As blizzards and snowy winds blow harshly.
Then spring arrives with abundant rains,
and new roots take hold and grow fast.
Soon, small stems begin to rise,
their leaves unfold beneath the sun.
The very next year,
a few blossoms already appear
on the little cherry tree.
Blossoms bloom, then fade away…
31 Aliens
From the silver saucer, little heads peeped,
They waved to us and chirped, “Bleep bleep!”
We stuck out our tongues, we had some fun,
And that’s how the invasion of Earth began!
32 Mash-ups
Pillow plus hippo equals Pilippo
Banana plus anaconda equals Banaconda
Mango plus flamingo equals Flamango
Cherry plus bee equals Cheroobee
Peach plus cheetah equals Peetah
Cabbage plus baboon equals Caboon
Rabbit plus radish equals Rabbish
Zucchini plus zebra equals Zebrini
Jellybean plus jaguar equals Jellaguar
Coconut plus crocodile equals Cocodrillo
Blueberry plus buffalo equals Blueffalo
Kiwi plus kangaroo equals Kiwaroo
Cucumber plus camel equals Cucamel
Plum plus pelican equals Plumican
Raspberry plus raccoon equals Rascoon
Apple plus ant equals Applant
Avocado plus vulture equals Avoculture
Kiwi plus koala equals Kiwala
Now it’s your turn—
mix something and see what you get!
33 Fang-tastic, My Friend
This morning I woke up egg-sausted,
Feeling a bit un-grape-ful too—
Life can be pita-ful at sunrise,
But donut worry, I’ll be okey.
A warm day brewing, tea-rrific,
With vibes apple-solutely sweet;
The sky looked paw-some,
Not a sign of cat-astrophe.
Hope said: bee-lieve again,
And laugh otterly at doubt;
Success whispered: whale-done,
The day turned deer-lightful.
The breeze sang purr-fect melodies,
The forest stood tree-mendous high;
The sea looked boo-tiful—
Tonight we’ll shell-abrate living.
Life felt dough-lightful—
So berry-good, I smiled within;
Then the night turned moon-ificent,
Spark-tacular as it gleamed
So fang-tastic is living.
Can you correct the poem?
34 From Tangles to Triumph
I tried to learn to knit one day,
But the tangled yarn just ran away.
I asked my mom, “Can you show me how?”
She was on the phone and said, “Not now!”
I asked my dad, but he was too busy—
Chasing a bee, looking all dizzy.
I asked my sister, painting the wall,
In colors and splashes, both big and small.
“Sorry, I can’t,” she shook her head,
“Don’t step on the paint—it’s wet!” she said.
Then came my cat and slid on the floor,
Rolling the yarn and tangling it more!
It made things worse—I was in despair,
My knitting project beyond repair.
Then from the ceiling a spider came,
Crawling down from its silvery frame.
It twirled the yarn, here and there,
Weaving a pattern above any compare.
It taught me weaving—such a gentle art—
Knitting became the joy of my heart.
Now I make socks for my whole family
Even though they didn't want to help me.
35 A Hundred Ways to Be Happy
Walk outside, laugh out loud,
Try new foods, stare at clouds.
Friends and nature, baths and hugs,
Walks and runs, naps and snugs.
Dance, clean up, old photos charm,
Goof around, sip something warm.
Read, discover, feel the sun,
New places, songs, create for fun.
Heaters, meditation, drives, and sky,
Clouds, airplanes, new sports to try.
Bake, rain, stories, trips, delight,
Make someone laugh tonight.
Food, slow mornings, sing along,
Hugs received that make you strong.
Seek and browse, new hobbies start,
Talks of the future, open heart.
Fresh air, cycling, stars above,
Funny videos, moments you love.
Games, landscapes, massages too,
Celebrate, give, receive, pursue.
Gadgets, water, sensations new,
Safety, purpose, photoview.
Touch, discounts, cozy space,
Birds, clean clothes, work with grace.
Cravings, talks, sharp outfit,
Give, daydream, sunsets lit.
Libraries, books, kids’ delight,
Games, lists, plans in sight.
Museums, letters, plants and crafts,
Kindness, drinks, and docudrafts.
Vision boards, gratitude, new hair,
Music, trips, joy, selfcare.
DIYs, yoga, parks to roam,
Live shows, reflections, feeling home.
Hike, explore, each point you meet,
A hundred ways to make life sweet.
36 Hello
The white horse, tired from the day,
On a fresh-painted black bench chose to lay.
Along strolled Lama, calm and bright—
“Hello, Mister Zebra,” she said with delight.
37 The Great Contraption
They called an old inventor in
To show the kids his clever spin
On gadgets, gears, and wired things—
A wizard of contraptious springs.
He placed a dusty box on stage,
The work of half lifetime’s age.
“For forty years,” he said with pride,
“I built this wonder by my side!”
The children leaned, all bright and keen:
“So what does it do? What does it mean?”
Then old man blinked, began to stammer,
Tapped the box and cleared his grammar:
“Ehh… well… you see… the truth is, crew…
I… sort of… forgot what it’s meant to do.”
The kids burst out in cheerful noise;
He chuckled too ... in his old voice
“Remember this,” he said at last,
“Some dreams outgrow the plans we cast."
38 The Peasant and the King
In a quiet little village
lived a peasant, strong and free.
He owned no gold, no palace—
just his health and harmony.
Far away within a kingdom
stood a king on shaky throne.
Though draped in silk and silver,
he felt tired... weak ... alone...
One morning by the river Liffey
their two paths crossed by chance.
The peasant hummed a merry tune;
the king could barely stand.
“Good sir,” the monarch said,
“Your steps are light and gay,
while I, with all my riches,
fade out day by day.”
The peasant smiled gently,
and he offered up a drink.
“Your crown can't restore
the balance on the brink.
A healthy heart, a peaceful mind,
connections warm and true—
these treasures beat a mountain
of gold that burdens you.”
The king sighed with a heavy breath,
his robes now seeming tight.
“For all my wealth,” he whispered,
“I’ve lost my life’s delight.”
The peasant clasped his shoulder
as Liffey murmured wide.
“A simple life with health,” he said,
“outshines the world of pride.
For better be a peasant well
than a king who’s worn and weak—
for real wealth lies in how you live,
not in the riches that you seek.”
39 After the Bell
Classes are over, school day complete,
At the gates two friends still meet.
Dad from the car: “Hey!
You talked all day!”
They laugh and say,
“Five more minutes, okay?
—OK!
—Hooray!”
They chat about modeling clay,
siblings, snacks, theater play,
Recess, birthday, window display,
'Til Mom leans out and says, “Hey, May!
You’ll see her another day!”
May: “Five more minutes, okay?
—OK!
—Hooray!”
They talk about comics, tricks,
swings, slides, and magic sticks,
About songs, trips, games to play
Brother calls, “C'mon, no delay!”
Again they giggle, again they stay—
“Just five more minutes,
we’re not done yet today!”
They whisper of weather, colors, stars,
marbles, dinosaurs and toy guitars,
About Santa, chalk, puppy and pet,
Granny calls out… “Finished?”
–Not yet!
Grandpa steps forward,
They shout, “No way, no way—
just five more minutes
to finish our day!”
They talk about…
What do you think they talk about?
40 Sunbeam
In the preschool,
a little girl
sat on the window sill.
It was raining,
gloomy outside,
her head tucked
into her knees.
The girl was sad.
She missed her home.
She missed her mom.
Then a sunbeam
broke through the clouds—
it touched her head
with warmth,
reminding her
of mom’s hand
stroking her hair.
The girl cheered up.
41 Soup
In our sunny kitchen, cosy and bright,
Mom cooks soup as a lunchtime delight.
“Oh my!” she cries, “No carrot, no cabbage!”
“Off to the store!”—I dash like Peter Rabbit.
At the store—oh, what a sight!
Candies, cookies, treats so bright.
Wafers, Éclairs, Yellowman too,
My sweetie, how can I say no to you?
I grabbed jelly beans, krispies, ice cream,
Lollipops, pretzels—all I could dream.
Oreos, gummies, sour and sweet,
All of the goodies I could ever eat!
When I came home, Ma scowled a bit,
“Where is my cabbage? You forgot it!”
I stuck a sour candy right into my mouth,
It made me cry—I squealed like a mouse.
It made Mom laugh, no anger or frown;
She wiped my tears and calmed me down.
She mixed sweet treats, a sugary stew—
Best soup ever—Mom, thank you!
42 A True Gentleman
A gentleman is nice and kind,
He has a caring heart and mind.
He says “thank you,” he says “please,”
He tries his best to live in peace.
He listens when his friends all speak,
Stays patient, calm, and never weak.
He tells the truth, he does what’s right,
He acts proper even when out of sight.
He holds the door, he shares his toys,
He’s gentle with all girls and boys.
He cleans his mess, he lends a hand,
He tries his best to understand.
He doesn’t push, he doesn’t shout—
He uses words to talk things out.
He keeps his promises each day,
And finds the time for work and play.
He cheers for friends when they succeed,
And helps them when they are in need.
He doesn’t brag, he doesn’t boast—
He gives his best the very most.
He tries to make the world more bright,
By choosing kindness, hope, and light.
A gentleman is brave and true—
And guess what?
That’s me and you!
43 An Interview
–What kind of duck are you:
Lazy duck, crazy duck, duck with no luck?
Quack-quack duck, duck stuck in the muck?
Ducky-duck chasing bug with a bit of pluck?
No quack-quack duck, but cluck-cluck duck?
Honk-honk truck duck or sucky yucky yuck duck?
– I'm this type of duck:
Quack-quack, waddle-wobble, stuck in the muck,
Cluckity-cluck, pluckity-pluck, chasing the bug duck!
Honk-honk, trick-truck, splashy-yummy-yuck,
Flap-flop, zig-zag, wiggle-waggle, big buck duck!
Twist-twirl, flip-flap, double-wobble, whee!
Cluck-cluck, quack-quack, honk-honk, tee-hee!
Dizzy-doozy, whirly-twirly, slip-side-slide in the pond duck,
Quirky-quacky, jumpy-bumpy—that’s my res-pond, quack!
44 Starfall
The pirate captain, greedy and sly,
Spied a small piece of land nearby—
A tiny isle, still and bald,
A perfect place to hide his gold.
He left his ship with eager stride
And climbed the island’s round side.
He didn’t dig—just found a spot,
A ready hole for a perfect plot.
Inside, he dropped his coins bright,
Unknowing in the silver light
That this was not an isle at all,
But the breathing hole of something tall.
For what he’d trusted as the shore
Was just a whale who’d come to snore.
It woke and breathed a mighty blow,
A gust to shake the sea below.
Then with a sneeze—enormous, loud—
AaaaaaaaChewwwwwwwwwwwwww!
It sent his coins beyond the clouds.
They glittered as they soared high,
Then fell like stars across the sky.
And sailors whispered, young and old,
Of raining skies that shone with gold—
A pirate’s stash, once tightly kept,
Now scattered where the whale once slept.
45 Autumny Geese
Grandma at the market bought some geese one autumn day,
She let them stroll toward the river; she watched them splash and play.
But the eldest goose declared: “No honking in a crowd!
Spread your wings out—it's time for us to chase the clouds!”
They soared away to warmer lands hidden in lightblue,
Grandma grew upset and wept the whole week through.
46 Winter Sleep
Mama sings a lullaby,
Moonlight in her voice,
Hoping Baby’s sleepy eyes
Will close without a choice.
Daddy Bear is asleep,
Granny Bear is asleep,
But Baby Bear doesn't sleep.
Mama Bear keeps singing
A lullaby so sweet,
Hoping little Baby
Would drift into sleep.
Grandpa Bear is asleep,
Brother Bear is asleep,
But Baby Bear doesn't sleep.
Mama Bear hums a song,
Soft as nighttime air,
Singing Baby off to sleep
With tender, loving care.
Uncle Bear is asleep,
Auntie Bear is asleep,
But Baby Bear doesn't sleep.
Forest dreams are everywhere,
Peaceful, still, and deep—
Now mama Bear is asleep,
But Baby Bear doesn't sleep!
47 Sweet adventure
A bear named Meesha craved honey sweet,
so Meesha wandered down the narrow street.
He climbed a tree to reach the hive,
stuck in his paw and asked—anybody alive?
The bees buzzed, “Hey! You! Greedy lout!”
Then swarmed and chased the rascal out.
They stung him till he swelled like dough,
then down he tumbled—thump!—below.
He staggered home with burning nose;
his family gasped, “Well, who are those?”
His face was swollen, red, and wide—
they hardly knew their son inside.
He tried to speak despite the pain,
but only slurped this sad refrain:
“Iff me… Meefa… da beeff gof me…
Juff waif two dayffs… you’ll re’co’niff mu faze…”
48 Go Outside
Ma said:
You’re always indoors,
On that tablet every day.
Why don’t you go outside
And find some kids to play?”
So I stepped into the sunshine,
No complaints, and no blames…
I’m outside just like she wanted—
Playing.... my video games!
49 The Mole’s Last Journey
A mole spent its life beneath the ground,
In tunnels twisting through the hill;
His world was of the worms he found,
A gloomy place where time stood still.
But then an eagle swooped one day,
Its talons lifting him on high;
They soared over the seashore bay
Above the forest, lakes, and sky.
The mole saw mountains tall and grand,
The rolling hills, the flowers spread;
A world he could not comprehend
While living in his burrowed stead.
He saw his tunnel was not all,
Just one small piece of world so wide;
But pity this, his final call
Has fed the eagle’s hungry pride.
Moral:
Your world is just a tiny part of THE WORLD.
Don’t wait for someone to “help” you on your final journey – to pull you out of one hole and to place you into another one.
Step out and explore the world’s beauties yourself.
50 Skinny Jonny
Jonny never liked to eat,
Didn't eat his veggies, meat.
Day by day he grew so thin
So thin, thin, thin...
You could read a book
Right through his skin.
One brisk morning, on his way
He went to school to learn and play,
A mighty wind began to blow—
Whirl… whirr… whoooshoooa!
And Jonny swayed like
Whoa—oh—whoa—oh—whoa!!
Ahoy, ahoy!
He nearly floated to the sky,
A paper-thin, a see-through boy
Was about to fly!
His parents gasped, “This cannot be!
The storm will steal our child for free!”
So from their wallets
—clink, clink, clink—
They pulled out coins,
–zinc, zink, zink–
And stuffed his pockets fully tight
Till Jonny felt a bit more… weight.
So when the wind began to roar,
It couldn’t lift him anymore
Jonny walked to school so steady—
Clank-clank, jingle-jangle,
A grounded kid was
windproof-ready!
51 Hedges
I pulled my boots as morning grew,
Clippers ready in my hand.
I went to hedges glazed with dew,
To tidy up the garden land.
I got a trimmer in my hand—
Then sudden screech froze me still.
A bird, with wings fully spanned
Cried out beneath the buzzing drill.
Her tiny chicks were tucked below,
Trembling beaks just starting life.
I froze, afraid to bring them woe,
And lifted up the trimmer’s knife
I had forgotten the season’s call,
That spring is time for life to grow;
Trimming waits till leaves must fall,
And autumn winds begin to blow.
So gently, I set tools aside,
Whispered “sorry” in thin air.
I backed away with quiet stride,
And left the little nest out there.
52 Be Good
When bad meets bad, the shadows grow,
When bad meets good, the winds turn slow.
But good plus good builds something true—
A world made better by me and you.
53 Great Distress
There was a girl
who named her dog Fire.
She ran up the hill,
but he ran higher.
“Fire! Stop! Fire!”
she would call.
She ran after him,
but he ran higher.
“Fire! Stop! Fire!”
She asked everyone
“Can you help me stop Fire?”
“Where is it?”
“Up the hill!”
“OK, we'll help you!”
They ran up the hill,
but he ran higher.
Then she got him.
“I caught Fire!
I caught Fire!”
she yelled happily.
Then she said:
“Fire, no more running higher!”
But Fire just wagged,
still full of desire.
54 Sleds
Racing down — quick and bright,
A rush of cold, a speed of light!
Climbing up — hard, slow, and tough,
Heavy sled, deep snow, rough stuff…
So goes life — the race, the climb,
The easy moments, the harder times…
55 Fate
When stones crack off the cliff
and fall into the river,
they begin with sharp edges.
But after a while
the water shuffles them
against one another,
and soon they grow
round and smooth.
Another piece of rock
falls to the ground
and slowly disappears
beneath a layer of moss.
Another is gathered
by a mason
and set into a palace facade.
Another reaches
the sculptor’s hands
and becomes a statue.
Another is broken
into gravel.
Another is hurled
by a wave onto a beach,
tumbled endlessly
until it becomes sand.
Another is polished
in a jeweler’s workshop,
its hidden colors
finally revealed.
So it is with us—
broken loose into the world,
carried by currents
we rarely choose,
shaped, softened, scattered,
each of us becoming
what parents, time,
history, geography,
society,
and the touch of others
reveal.
56 A is for Apple
Adam and Eve, the first to bite,
Their apple gleamed in newborn light.
Sir Newton slept beneath the tree,
An apple fell, a law to see.
Greek apples shone in the grove,
Each bearing power from above.
Idun’s apples kept gods young,
In Norse, their golden magic hung.
Steve held a Mack in his hand,
A fruit that changed the digi-land.
Snow White slept with a red,
Yet stories linger, never dead.
Who knows what apple seeds will grow,
In gardens of tomorrow’s show…
Your suggestions.
57 The Parade of Cultures
I eat gelato in the sun,
Espresso wakes my day.
A croissant is total fun,
Juicy taco on the way.
I twirl pasta on my fork,
Sushi smells so yum to me.
A fiesta starts in the park,
Happy people all I see.
I do karate kicks so high,
And I fold origami neat.
A bonsai tree I plant nearby,
On Sakura’s festive street.
I eat pierogi, chew kielbasa,
And dance hopak in ritmo too.
A boutique shines in the plaza,
I get a shamrock—maybe two.
I shaky-shake maracas loud,
Hop capoeira by the château.
A tambourine makes me proud,
Its jingles light me as I glow.
I wear a tam, striped in blue,
Crunch a pretzel, eat bonbons.
I sip mocha, munch barbecue,
And shish-kebab is fully gone.
From French boulevard to fiesta street,
The parade of cultures is quite a treat.
You can add any cultural things
You’d like to see on festive streets.
58 Robot
I went to robotics classes,
Learned wires, wheels, and code.
I built a shiny helper robot
Home–assisting mode.
He tried to feed the fish one day,
Leaned forward just a bit—
But toppled headfirst in the tank
With a giant splash and split!
He bubbled, buzzed, and clicked inside
The water turned deep dark, and blue,
And ever since that mischief bath
He's glitched the whole month through.
He helped me with my daily tasks
His confidence was so bold
Yet every chore behind the asks
Turned messy, uncontrolled.
He baked a cake deliciously
Or so he seemed to think
He grabbed detergent, soap, suds,
And made a mess in blink.
He pushed Grandpa’s wheelchair
First rolling slow and sweet—
Then suddenly he turbo-boosted
On his metallic feet.
He watered the houseplant so well
At least, that was his aim,
He also sprayed the electronics
Until they hissed in flame.
He washed the laundry proudly,
Pressed buttons left and right—
He chose “STEAM HEAT MODE,”
And shrunk the clothes inside
He helped me with my homework,
Wrote neatly—super quick—
Then shredded it dramatically,
Like some top-secret trick.
No matter what my robot does,
He means to help, I swear…
But ever since that fish-tank dunk,
He glitches everywhere.
59 Don't Rush
Walk barefoot through the morning dew,
Take your time in things you like to do.
All kinds of thoughts will come and go,
Let peace and wisdom inside you grow.
Step barefoot on the soft green grass,
Watch the dark clouds and let them pass.
Follow the stream that moves so slow,
Let love and patience inside you grow.
Breathe deep beneath the morning sky,
Observe the birds as they fly high.
All kinds of feelings will come and go,
Let joy and kindness inside you grow.
Watch the sunrise paint the sky,
Breathe in slowly, don’t rush it by.
Look at the leaf float upon the stream,
Fulfill the heart with your best dream.
Feel the gentle breeze upon your face,
Let it guide you with it's own pace.
Listen to the wind in maple trees,
Dance with branches, sway with ease.
Walk a path with shadows play,
Let your steps be slow today.
Don't rush.
60 Winter Is Coming
Dad warned his kid,
“Winter is coming, be bold—
Better start getting
Used to the cold.”
“Alright!” said the boy,
“A cool-themed regime?
Then training starts now…
Let’s go eat ice cream!”
61 Flowers
Winter whispers,
cold and blue,
We stay home,
all sick with flu.
To get better…
we need some beauty near,
we need flowers in blossom
to cheer…
But flowers in January?
How could it be?
We slept with a fever
then woke up to see…
Windows are frosted,
a sparkling surprise,
icy petals twinkling
before our eyes.
62 E and G
I’m Eraser, soft and bright,
I rub away the heavy night
Depression, anxiety's marks,
I erase the shadow's deep dark,
the phobias and fears that stay,
I gently smooth them all away.
Here is my friend Glue,
soft, kind and true,
Gluing hearts that split in two.
Broken bonds he helps renew.
A little hope is all we do.
If you need us,
We can visit you too…
63 Heat
There was a frog
Who lived in a bog
The sun went high
The frog went dry—
Good-bye…
64. Care
Mom says:
“Be free, go play,
Enjoy your day.
But be back by noon,
I’ll have soup soon.”
65. The Tree
Dad spotted a small tree in the garden.
He called me over and took out his saw.
“Here, cut this tree,” he said to me.
I looked at the tree and said, “No.”
Years passed, and the little tree grew.
Its branches gave us shade in the heat.
It became a home where birds lived.
Every year it bore abundant fruit,
and we drank its apple juice all winter.
In the cold, we burned its dry branches,
and its heat warmed us on frosty nights.
In spring, its flowers delighted our eyes,
and in summer, the swing on its branch
carried us into the sky.
Years went by again, and my dad, now gray,
sat on an apple tree stump, old and wise.
“I am grateful to you,” he said to me,
for the day when you said “No.”
66 Perspective
Mama said,
“Early bird eats the bug;
late bird gets NONE, my son.”
Son thought a bit and smiled:
“So the early bug is DONE,
and the late bug is alive?”
67 Math
Daddy Rabbit:
“Math is fun!
Let’s count some carrots,
One by one.”
–OK, said Bun
Daddy chose the carrots tall,
And he put them in a stall.
Two and two—four in all.
Daddy looked away for a bit—
Bunny ate one carrot quick.
“Now how many should there be?”
Daddy Rabbit asked with glee.
Bunny said, “There should be three!”
“No,” said Dad, “let us see.”
They counted together,
One, two, three—what a sight!
Bunny’s answer turned out right.
68 Sequence
1 Dig the hole, make it wide,
2 Plant the tree with roots inside,
3 Cover it up with dirt to hide.
Skip a step, and work falls apart—
Sequence lives in it's every part.
Sequence is the silent guide;
Miss a link, and sense will hide.
69 Football Tournament
Two billy goats on a meadow green
Kicked a cabbage with aim so keen.
“Shoot! Pass!”
They dashed about with nimble tread—
A football tournament with a leafy head.
“C’mon! Offside!”
At last the ball rolled into the gates;
One goat lost, the other celebrates—
“Goal! Hurray!”
But evidence was needed, one goat said,
And so he munched the cabbage head.
“No evidence, no victory!”
No cabbage left, no match to play—
But the game goes on this sunny day…
“Crack! Bam!”
For the goats began their head-butting play.
70 The Cleanse
I love you so much,
I missed you all day,
my dear hot shower —
you are my escape.
The sweat, the bad vibes,
the noise in my head —
you melt them all off
with warmth that you shed.
I missed you all day,
and now you’re here,
my dear hot shower —
you make my soul clear.
71 Not Yet
The boy won’t sleep; he doesn’t lie still,
He’s mumbling something against mama’s will.
“Finally asleep?” Mama whispers and tries to peep.
The boy says, “I’ll rest for a minute—then I’ll keep!”
Mama smiles, she knows—he is falling asleep.
72 Revenge
Two sparrows perched in winter chill,
Two boys made snowballs on the hill.
The boys threw snowballs at the pair
And rolled in snow, and sniggered there.
They teased the birds with their tongues
And laughed so hard, it shook their lungs.
The sparrows planned revenge at last
And dropped the rotten eggs down fast.
73 Santa and His Helpers
High on a snowy hillside
stood a tall workshop.
And Santa Claus lived in it,
with elves who never stop.
A cheerful happy workshop—
so busy, bright, and tall!
For Santa couldn’t manage
the Christmas rush at all.
He hurried to his workshop
to check the toys and sleigh,
to polish up the reindeer bells
before the Christmas day.
All his merry helpers—
not lazy, oh not they!—
were sorting dolls and teddies
and trains to give away.
They fetched the rolls of ribbon
and bows of red and green,
they put the gifts in giant heaps—
the biggest ever seen!
They mixed hot cocoa gladly
and baked sweet treats to share,
and filled the sacks with candies
for children everywhere.
For if old Santa ever
had no elves to call,
there’d be no Christmas —
no gifts, or joy at all!
74 Autumn
The harvest ripens in the orchard,
With apples, berries, plums so sweet.
Leaves turn to gold across the forest,
And wagons roll with gathered beet.
75 Broccoli are Trees
Broccoli are trees and we’re dinosaurs;
Crunch, lunch, munch—everyone roars.
–Roar!
–Munch!
–Yum!
This poem is an encouragement for kids to eat broccoli.
76 The Sloth
It’s Monday today—
Not going, no way
In bed with my tea,
All cozy and free.
On Tuesday I hide,
Staying cozy inside.
I hide in my bed,
Do nothing instead.
On Wednesday I stay,
Find my zen for the day;
No step out the door—
I rest even more.
Then Thursday is here—
No plans, that is clear;
I’m home, keeping still,
By choice and by will.
Now Friday has come—
I go nowhere, stay numb;
The weekend is near—
That’s my lazy career.
77 Dilemma
Centipede’s closet is quite a sight,
Boots, sandals, heels, and other shoes.
A few hundred of them, from left to right,
Which pair will the centipede choose?
78 Who can it be?
Short, little, and towering tall,
Fat, rough, yet skinny and small.
Handsome, noble, and rude too,
Sincere, polite, unfriendly to you.
Gentle, kind, yet not so sweet,
Faithful, loyal, yet false in deceit.
Quiet, well-behaved, picky in way,
Silent, still, yet noisy all day.
79 Fabulous One
I wanted a pet, a little pup,
Mama said no—“It will pee on the floor.”
I went outside, gathered some snow,
And made a frosty pup to adore.
I played with it, so full of fun,
And named it Faby—Fabulous one!
I brought it home, then took a nap,
Dreaming of snow and my frosty chap.
I woke up to shouting, “Oh no, oh my!”
It was Mama—my pup made her cry…
My Faby that I made and adore
… peed on the floor!
80 Tea with Milk
The storm blew hard, a roaring sound.
Trees bent low and scraped the ground.
One curious kid, in lightning’s glow,
Peeked through the window, down below.
Wide-eyes open, he shouted loud,
“Mom, dad, everyone, come and see now—
There’s something behind… it’s a cow!”
–Mooooo…
On the fifth-floor balcony, calm as can be,
There was a cow,
Chewing the flowers and other debris.
Everyone rushed—kids wanted to see
A cow on a balcony chewing debris!
“Can we keep it?” the children pled.
Dad sighed deeply, then shook his head.
“No, no one can keep a cow as a pet,
Especially in our two-bedroom flat!”
But when the cow gave a begging moo,
An idea came to the kids, and Dad too.
They knew exactly what they should do.
Children poured tea, the wind still thick,
And milked the visitor on the balcony quick—
A Milky Way gift, bizarre and sweet:
A storm-blown cow and freshly milked treat.
81 On a City Square
Once on a city square
Stood a monument bare,
A bald man in a uniform there.
He wasn't young, he wasn't old
Winter came with biting cold,
Glazing him with icy mold.
With Mama, off to school each day,
The girl felt pity along her way.
So poorly dressed, he stood alone,
A silent figure carved in stone.
One morning, passing by the square,
The girl looked up with a curious stare.
A snowy hat and coat she spied.
“Look, Mama, he is dressed!” she cried.
The winter dressed him warm and bright,
A frosty gift from snowy night.
82 The Christmas Tree Surprise
I came to visit a friend one day;
A Christmas tree was on display.
I stared in awe—how grand the sight!
A silver star and ribboned light.
But then—what’s this? A sudden blink?
A twitch? A wiggle? It made me think…
Those ornaments were not just toys,
Not simple balls or festive joys.
For hidden in that greenery
Were cat heads staring back at me!
83 Grandpa and His Cat
Grandpa fished, then went for tea,
The cat ate the fish with cheerful glee.
Grandpa returned, no fish to see—
He shook his head: “Ah, let it be.”
He fished again and hung fish high,
Went for lunch, waved the kitty goodbye.
When he came back, the fish were gone—
Grandpa chuckled, “You, naughty one!”
Once again he hung fish to dry,
And went to dine beneath the sky.
He came back soon—his fish was done!
Grandpa laughed, “You, rascal one!”
“But never mind, my furry friend,
I’ll fish some more; this isn't the end!”
He said it all with joyful cheer,
And scratched the cat behind the ear.
84 Let It Go
Knots, chains, burdens from the past
slow down your walk into the future.
Without them, you’d pass obstacles with ease,
your steps would be firm and light.
You also would restore faster when you fall.
So maybe you should untie those old knots,
unlock the rusty chains, and drop the weight of old burdens.
85 Through Busy Days
This week for dad is a busy one,
Daddy works hard until job is done.
He’s stuck at work like roots of a tree,
From morning coffee till late evening tea.
He juggles tasks both big and small,
Attends events and answers calls.
Amid the busy, he finds a way,
To bring us a smile at the end of the day.
86 The Evergreen
Oaks and maples shed their gold,
All of them, both young and old.
In the deep, amidst the fall,
Stood a tree, still green and tall.
“Why am I still dressed in green?”
Asked, surprised, the furry queen.
The wind whispered in her ear:
“Dear, you are a living symbol here,
A vital spark through frost and chill,
A sign of life’s everlasting will.
Of youth, of faith, of endless spring,
You're the hope that green can bring.”
87 Great Helper
“You promised me,” Dad said with a frown,
“To play with your brother, you don't let me down!"
“Don’t you see?” Love replied with a smile,
“I’m helping Mama— in my own style!”
“Helping with what?” Dad asked, confused
“Helping a lot,” she said, amused
As cream in the bowl was gleaming so bright, she replied
“Look, I’m licking the spatula’s puffy delight!”
88 Missing Piece
Used books will have stories to share,
With folded pages here and there
A teddy bear with one loose eye
Will hear new tales and new lullabies.
A sweater stitched a long time ago
Will keep me warm in rain and in snow.
A cap that’s bent along the brim
Will keep the sunshine off my grin.
A clock that works in a weird way
Will tell the right time at least once a day
But… a puzzle missing just one piece
Will never bring me joy or peace.
89 The Butterfly
The butterfly flew,
flew high, high, high,
Then sat on Daddy’s head,
passing by.
The butterfly flew,
flew high, high, high,
Then sat on Mommy’s nose,
passing by.
The butterfly flew,
flew high, high, high,
Then sat on Grandma’s ear,
passing by.
The butterfly flew,
flew high, high, high,
Then sat on Sister’s shoulder,
passing by.
Instruction:
Act out the butterfly flying with your hand, and when it lands, point to the named body part.
90 The Little Car
Hip, hop, bounce, and squeak,
The car has reached the hilltop peak.
Bump, hop, squeak, and slide,
The little car rolls down with pride.
91 My Dear
My dear, can you hear?
Fill your heart with joy to the brim.
My dear, I beg you – don’t fear
to sing your life as your own hymn.
92 Don't Move
I came from school, I felt so tall,
“I learned to count!” I told them all.
The kids outside began to tease,
“Then count the bugs — if you can, please!”
“One, two, three!” — crawl, crawl!
The bugs ran off — I lost them all.
My numbers slipped, my count broke,
The kids all laughed — I was a joke.
“Count the birds!” they shouted loud,
Up in the tree, above the crowd.
“One, two, three, four, five!” — flap-flap!
They flew away — my numbers snapped.
I thought, I thought, then said, “I see!
I’ll count the friends that stay with me.”
The kids stood still, calm and straight:
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!”
The kids all shouted, “Hip hip hooray!
You do know numbers — well done today!”
93 Glory to Me
Praise me, my tongue;
I’ll give you the bun.
The words of my glory,
let the fame stories run.
Tell everyone
that under the sun
I am number one.
My tongue,
glorify deeds
that I’ve done.
Of battles I won
before they’d begun.
94 Shtupid
Once we met a lady, who was smoking cigarettes for many years,
She’d lost a lot of teeth, the health damage was clear.
We asked her why she smokes, if it’s so unhealthy and bad,
She said, “I’m shmoking ’cause I’m shtupid, and that'sh very shad.”
95 A Pie
I spent a lot of time
To make a lovely pie,
Gave it to everyone to try—
Mama smiled with delight,
Dada complimented it warmly,
Grandpa nodded in approval,
Auntie praised it kindly.
But nobody ate it.
What could be wrong?
No one wants to eat a pie
Made of dirt, leaves, and water…
Why?
96 Dinner
We invited the wolves for the dinner on stones,
At dinner today there were piles of bones.
Wolves snapped with their teeth big as cones,
They barked at each other in high-pitched tones.
We got scared and hid between rocky stones,
We heard weird noises, we heard groans and moans.
And then it was calm, we peeped over stones Luckily for us, all was gone: no wolves and no bones.
That was a bad idea, inviting the wolves for dinner on stones.
Maybe next time we’ll invite the rhinos for scones…
97 Work Scents
My dad is a baker; he smells bread and pastry.
My grandpa is a doctor; he smells medicine.
My mom is a gardener; she smells roses and thyme.
My brother is a painter; he smells oil paints.
My uncle is a fisherman; he smells fish.
My aunt is a chef; she smells garlic and curry.
My neighbor is a firefighter; he smells smoke.
The barber smells cologne, and the candy maker smells sweets.
The barista smells coffee, and the farmer smells manure.
The mechanic smells grease, and the beekeeper smells honey.
98 Nosy Mr. Tomato
Mr. Tomato was terribly nosy,
A round fellow, quite bold and quite rosy.
He dived in the pasta, he stepped in the stew,
Stuck his nose in the curry
and in the casserole too.
He leaned over pots with a curious grin,
“What’s cooking?” he’d ask
as he tumbled right in.
From breakfast to dinner, no meal was too small,
Nosy Mr. Tomato would spy on them all.
So if you find a tomato where it shouldn’t be,
Or sauce acting strangely with reddish debris,
Just know it’s Tomato, up to his game—
Putting his nose in every meal for the fame.
99 Bedtime Adventure
Brush your teeth, flush germs away,
Sip some water at the end of the day.
Wash your feet until this routine is done,
A quick trip to the loo, then bedtime fun.
Pajamas on, bed tucked tight,
Stories told, switch off the light.
Goodnight.
100 The Magical Bean Tree
We bought some seeds at the magic shop,
And in our garden, we made them a spot.
From tiny seeds grew giant beans,
So tall and wide—to fulfill our dreams!
First leaves grew strong, went up and down,
We named this storey—Trampoline Town.
We’re still jumping on the leafy floor,
Catching sunlight and asking for more.
We built a shop here, a pizza place there,
A magic home full of fun and flair.
A pool, a library, a room for games,
A lab, a grill box with barbecue flames.
A theater and a museum, a giant guest room,
Plenty of storeys—the bean reached the moon.
Bike paths, a park for all to explore,
A stadium, a hockey rink, and so much more.
Mom asks, “Isn’t that enough for today?”
“No! There’s so much more to build and to play!”
The beans keep growing tall and wide,
Feeling the heat of spring warmth inside.
And with seeds left to plant and sow,
We can build more houses, row by row!