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Dig dig 3

 

After much too long a break…

Dig Dig 2 done

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The Wise Worm
The early bird is supposed to get the worm, so worms usually sleep in
Around 11 or 12 a worm might poke out his head, then go back in the dirt again
Really it is late afternoon when the wise worm starts his day
He looks up in the sky and thinks, “No birds so I’m okay.”
The rest of the afternoon is spent eating dirt or digging through a garden
Then the worm checks his watch for when his favorite TV show will begin
The wise worm stays up watching TV until really late into the night
because he cannot get up early, staying up late is alright
So if you want to be like the wise worm stay up late and watch TV
But who wants to be like a worm (even a wise one)? Certainly not me

Troll!

 

 

Troll!

The old stone bridge, it seems so fun!

to play on the stones in the evening sun,

but stay too late or play too long,

or stamp your feet while you sing your song,

and out he’ll sneak, won’t make a sound

he’ll creepy crawl right out of the ground,

smell your scent with his ugly nose.

You’ll only escape if you tippy on your toes

off of that bridge before the troll can bite!

Back to your house before the day turns to night.

3fishes

If wishes were fishes I’d catch at least three

I might give away one but I’d save two for me

The wishes I’d make wouldn’t have to be important wishes

Because I could just go back to the beach and catch more fishes

Wigasaurus Rex (Picklesoda Poetry Project #5)

Wigasaurus Rex

Some dinosaurs don’t go for sharp teeth

Some dinosaurs don’t care about terrifying roars

Some dinosaurs aren’t into hunting

Some dinosaurs think that fighting is a bore

There is a certain kind of dinosaur that worries about going bald

There is a certain kind of dinosaur that thinks hip fashion is the best

There is a certain kind of dinosaur that worries about how he looks

That certain kind of dinsosaur is the Wigasaurus Rex

The Grouchy Postman (Picklesoda Poetry Project 4)

The Grouchy Postman

It’s the mail you see, it never stops
everyday I go to work there’s more and more
it fills my mail truck to the top
delivering so much mail makes my back sore and sore

I wish just for once I’d get a break
you know aside from National Holidays
maybe a vacation is what I should take
then I wouldn’t work in such a grouchy way

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Lizard Drool

PPP (Picklesoda Poetry Project)

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