Skunks at Camp

Mother Streusel

A cabin of stinky skunks

Were snuggled in their bunks

The moon outside shone bright

Mother Streusel

The pine tree needles shook

As the breeze traversed a brook

On a mountain summer night

Mother Streusel

All around was quiet

And though they would deny it

The skunks snuck out of bed

Mother Streusel

They slunk across the lawn

And soon they came upon

A cabin painted red

Mother Streusel

Into windows and the door

A stench began to pour

From each little skunk

Mother Streusel

That cabin full of girls,

Mostly fuzzy squirrels

Awoke and how they stunk!

Mother Streusel

They vowed those skunks would pay

They tattled the next day

And made an awful fuss

Mother Streusel

Those sly skunks once accused

Asked as if confused,

“What makes you think it’s us?”

© 2014 Karyn Linnell

The Shark


Mother Streusel

Chompy was a shark

Who liked to swim around

A deserted and volcanic

Island that he’d found

Mother Streusel

He loved the great volcano

Its molten lava glowing

With joy he’d watch it sliding down

So quickly it was flowing

Mother Streusel

Chompy was inspired

And from shipwreck debris

He built a large aquarium

Mounted on a ski

Mother Streusel

It took a lot of physics

And a lot of engineering

To make an aqua-lava sled

Built for shark fin steering

Mother Streusel

He used a rope and pulleys

And a giant lever

To get up to the top

(My that Chompy’s clever!)

Mother Streusel

Up on the volcano

In a tank of water

He balanced in the sled

It couldn’t get much hotter

Mother Streusel

He started to lean forward

And it began to slide

Down ol’ Chompy flew

On a molten lava ride

Mother Streusel

He finished off the ride

With a crazy triple twist

He landed in the ocean

And the scorching metal hissed

Mother Streusel

It was so fun that Chompy made

His own amusement park

So kids can sled down lava

In a big tank with a shark

© 2014 Karyn Linnell

The Perfect Day

       Mother Streusel

I’ll daydream for a moment

And imagine something fine

The most heavenly day ever

A day perfectly mine

Mother Streusel

I’ll wake up at a sleepover

To sunshine and birdsong

Probably in Florida

‘Cause that’s where I belong

Mother Streusel

I’ll wear my purple dress

Then get something to eat

Perhaps a piece of pizza

Or anything that’s sweet

Mother Streusel

I’ll go dress up my dolls

To make sure they look pretty

And then build them a castle

Or maybe a whole city

Mother Streusel

I’ll paint a lovely painting

And jump on a trampoline

While riding on a pony

And then I’ll become queen

Mother Streusel

Or maybe be a doctor

To help kids who are sick

I’ll make medicine that tastes

Like candy on a stick

Mother Streusel

My head will hit my pillow

When that day finally ends

…Or maybe I will have

Another sleepover with friends

 © 2014 Karyn Linnell

William and the Train

This poem was written especially for an awesome kid named William! His mom, Kiah, won the official Mother Streusel Facebook Contest. Congratulations to them both!

Mother Streusel

William sat quietly

Doing puzzles with a cat,

When he heard a funny sound

Go rat-a-tat-a-tat.

Mother Streusel

It wasn’t like a drum.

It didn’t sound like rain,

But when he heard the whistle,

He knew it was a train.

Mother Streusel

Sure enough a train arrived

Just a moment later,

Puffing smoke and shiny red.

He’d never seen one greater.

Mother Streusel

‘Get in!” the conductor cried,

“And help us if you can.

We need someone to drive this train,

And you are just the man.”

Mother Streusel

William hopped aboard.

He heard the engine sputter.

“How do you make it go?” he asked.

“Just feed it peanut butter.”

Mother Streusel

There never was a train like that!

The more peanut butter fed

The faster it would go,

And down the track it sped.

Mother Streusel

A hundred miles an hour

A thousand, a million!

No one drove that peanut butter

Train better than William.

Mother Streusel

How could William make that train

Do what it could do?

I guess he understood it.

He liked peanut butter, too!

© 2014 Karyn Linnell

The Siren of the Garden

Mother Streusel

The beauty of the ocean

The mermaid, is a flirt,

But the siren of the garden,

The wormaid, lives in dirt

Mother Streusel

She swims through the soil

She dives between the rocks

Her home is Compost Cove

Where she combs her wormaid locks

Mother Streusel

All the worms adore her

They listen for her song:

“Banana peels and rotting pears

We’ll feast on them till dawn!”

Mother Streusel

A goddess of the underearth

A soil-sodden queen

The legendary wormaid

Half-worm and half-sardine

© 2014 Karyn Linnell

The Vanity of Animals

(Another great suggestion for a poem from Michelle. Thank you again. By the way, did you know that the narwhal’s “horn” is actually a giant overgrown canine tooth? I didn’t until today!)

Mother Streusel

A rather stuffy narwhal

Often found it hard to smile.

The holes in his hats

Were really not in style.

Mother Streusel

“I must cover my baldness.

It’s quite the thing to do,

But this blasted horn

Is always poking through.”

Mother Streusel

A posh and proper hippo

With lots of girth and muscle

Was having a fitting

For a rear-enhancing bustle.

Mother Streusel

“On the river this spring

All the hippos will wear them,

And I must be the best

When we look to compare them.”

Mother Streusel

An elegant giraffe

Performed a double check

On the forty-seven necklaces

Dangling from her neck.

Mother Streusel

“Don’t my jewels look lovely?”

She asked in tones elated.

“Just a few more perhaps

To look more elongated.”

Mother Streusel

From a narcissistic narwhale

To a neck-obsessed giraffe,

The vanity of animals

Ought to make one laugh.

© 2014 Karyn Linnell

Love

     Mother Streusel

Mother Streusel

My love for you is like a star

Sparkling and spangled

Like octopus’s tentacles

My heart is all a tangled

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My love for you is like a fruit

Perfectly we’re peared

My love is like a spiderweb

I have been ensnared

Mother Streusel

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My love is like a sparrow

My heart is always singing

My love is like a monkey

With all the joy I’m flinging

Mother Streusel

My love for you is like a mirror

It makes me see so clearly

My love is like a bulldog’s bite

I hold onto you dearly

Mother Streusel

My love is nothing like an owl

I am not asking hoo

My love is like caller ID

I already know it’s you

The Scorpion

Mother Streusel The Scorpion

I am a little scorpion

Folks don’t like me much

They scream and run away and yell

“Don’t touch! Don’t touch! Don’t touch!”

Mother Streusel The Scorpion

It’s not my fault I’m poisonous

With a stabby stinger

You know, I also swing dance

And I’m not too bad a singer

Mother Streusel The Scorpion

When it comes to parties

I’m always getting slighted

If they’d try my guacamole

I know I’d get invited

Mother Streusel The Scorpion

So I have an exoskeleton

And creepy pointy feet

Really I’m the nicest guy

You’d ever want to meet

Mother Streusel The Scorpion

True, I’m tricky to predict

And often temperamental

But between fits of anger

I’m often sweet and gentle

Mother Streusel The Scorpion

It’s tough being a scorpion

I feel misunderstood

Why can’t they see that deep inside

I’m truly mostly good

Mother Streusel The Scorpion

© 2014 Karyn Linnell

The Kite

Mother Streusel

The wind was wildly blowing

On a bright and clear day

When a kite came out of nowhere

And flew in a bale of hay

Mother Streusel

It’d been running from its owner

Too wild to be tied down

But soon after gaining freedom

It went diving toward the ground

Mother Streusel

And so it lay there stuck

No sign of hope in sight

When a cow came toward the haystack

Large and black and white

Mother Streusel

It nibbled at the lovely hay

And soon the kite came loose

But before it could sail away

Its string caught on a hoof

Mother Streusel

And somewhere in Wisconsin

Large and black and white

In a field of daisies

Is a cow flying a kite

© 2014 Karyn Linnell

Grandma

(This poem has nothing to do with any of my relatives in case any of them are reading this.)Mother Streusel

I have crazy grandma

Who goes to great extremes

When she tells me something

It’s never what it seems

Mother Streusel

I had a birthday party

She said, “I will be there.

I got you a balloon.”

Turns out it was hot air

Mother Streusel

“Hey, let’s go out to dinner,”

She said, so I got ready

We took a plane to Italy

Because I like spaghetti

Mother Streusel

“Would you like a playhouse?”

She bought the lot next door

It has an elevator

And a gym on the third floor

Mother Streusel

I told my mom, “I’m nervous.”

She asked me, “Why is that?”

“Grandma called to tell me

That she got me a cat.”

© 2014 Karyn Linnell