NOT FOR CHILDREN ONLY
From a small collection of verses for the young and the young-at-heart.
G
I find it quite peculiar
That peculiar has no q.
I’ve searched for one in cucumber
And also barbecue.
I see no c in seesaw,
And xenon lacks a z;
Why doesn’t g fit into jeans?
And where’s the e in ski?
I also find it quirky
To find there is no f for
Ephemeral and telephone
Or elephant and zephyr.
In treks I have discovered
No x to mark the spot,
And wonder why no y’s in wise
Provoke a second thought.
From they the a is missing,
And from obey and weigh;
In case I only speculate:
Okay, where lurks that k?
In eyeglasses no i’s are,
Although I see quite well;
I find no u in view in view,
And I thought I could spell!
Fowlup
I tried inventing chicken jokes,
And some, I thought, were rather good,
But when I told them to my folks,
They clucked their tongues as grownups would.
I didn’t balk, but back did fly
To drawing board with sudden pluck:
For if a chicken makes them sigh,
I’ll twy some quacks about a duck.
Goodnight
Those little eyes are starting to swim
In an inland sea of sleep,
So let them drift to their peaceful dreams,
Awash in the starry deep.
The Months
Chill January’s airy ways
Make February wary
Until March marches in its hour
And April’s rills won’t tarry.
Then, strewing forth its fields of clover,
May may make mayflowers flower,
And blissfully jejune June days
Behold a summer shower.
Beyond the summer solstice phase
The sun, sunbathing in July,
Lies on its sandy seaside dune;
It yields its blanket with a sigh
To shades of sudden thunderstorm,
And August’s gusts, though always warm,
Forerun September’s embers.
Before too long, October’s over;
November’s umbers in their numbers,
Under snow, all fall to slumbers,
Leaving autumn leaves that soon
December scarce remembers.