Aunt Mabel

        Mother Streusel

Whenever we have dinner

At the home of my Aunt Mabel,

I must be extra careful

And polite while at the table.

Mother Streusel

Aunt Mabel is quite sensitive

To any sign of crudeness,

And I never can predict what words

Offend her with their rudeness.

Mother Streusel

She asks me what I’m learning

And expects me to reply.

I try to answer safely,

But things often go awry.

Mother Streusel

One year it was the alphabet.

What problems could there be?

Aunt Mabel lost her temper

When I said the letter P.

Mother Streusel

Aunt Mabel started choking

Upon a piece of onion

When I said my class had read

The tall tale of Paul Bunyan.

Mother Streusel

One year we got into a fight.

She said that I began it,

Because I said uranus

While listing off each planet.

Mother Streusel

You doubt she is that sensitive?

I promise you that it’s true.

Last year she nearly sent me home

When I said the word shampoo.

Mother Streusel

Mother Streusel

© 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 ABC’s

        Mother Streusel

I told my little brother,

“Now that you are three

It’s time for me to teach you

About A, B and C.”

Mother Streusel

He said, “I know those letters.”

I asked, “Do you indeed?”

He said, “Of course I do.

I can even read.”

Mother Streusel

I decided I would test him.

I figured he was lying.

“A is for…” “Banana,”

He answered without trying.

Mother Streusel

“A is for banana?

It certainly is not!”

“B-A-n-A-n-A.

Yep. Three A’s, like I thought.”

Mother Streusel

“No, A is for apple.”

“But apple just has one.

There’s more A’s in banana,

And now can we be done?”

Mother Streusel

“No, let’s do B now.”

“Okay. Flibbertigibbet.

There’s no word that I know of

With more B’s to exhibit.”

Mother Streusel

I nearly lost my temper

But I thought, “He’s only three.”

I took a breath and tried again

With the letter C.

Mother Streusel

“I’ll try to ask a different way

So you’ll know what I mean.

Can you tell me what ‘Car’ starts with?”

He said, “Yes, with gasoline.”

© 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

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

Mother Streusel

Mother Streusel

My love for you is like a fruit

Perfectly we’re peared

My love is like a spiderweb

I have been ensnared

Mother Streusel

Mother Streusel

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

Hats

Mother Streusel

I always wear a hat

Each day of the week

Because of all the food that

My hats will let me sneak

Mother Streusel

My top hat at the movies

Can keep popcorn secluded

And porkpie hats are excellent

For all pies, pork included

Mother Streusel

At the bowling alley

My bowler hat hides fries

So I don’t have share them

With any other guys

Mother Streusel

Homburgs hide my hamburgers

Beanies hide my beans

Bananas in my Panama

My green eyeshade’s for greens

Mother Streusel

Akubra to zucchetto

Snacks and feasts and meals

I never have to leave behind

The food my hat conceals

Mother Streusel

While I don’t go hungry

The one downside is that

Folks look at you funny

When you eat out of a hat

© 2014 Karyn Linnell

Mom’s Chocolate Cake

Mother Streusel

“Mom I’d love some chocolate cake.

I’ve really got a craving”

“Well, you’re in luck. I think I’ve got

Some cake that I’ve been saving.

Mother Streusel

Oops I was mistaken.

It isn’t cake, it’s pie,

Delicious chocolate mousse

With whipped cream piled high.”

Mother Streusel

“I guess that’d be alright.

Pie is also good.

Would you bring it to me please?”

“Why, yes, of course I would.

Mother Streusel

Hmm, seems I was wrong again.

It isn’t chocolate cream.

Turns out it’s banana,

But it tastes just like a dream”

Mother Streusel

“I guess banana pie is fine.

Wait, Mom, there’s some mistake.

This is a banana!”

“Yes, that’s nature’s chocolate cake.”

Mother Streusel 

 

©2014 Karyn Linnell

Butterflies

(This poem is meant to be silly and may or may not be true. It is, however, more true than not. Please be kind to butterflies, though feel free to move away if one tries to land on you.)

People think that butterflies

Are perfect and pure

Well I am a butterfly

And that’s not really true

Mother Streusel

People are happy

When a butterfly comes close

But a butterfly’s an insect

And all insects are gross

Mother Streusel

Even though we’re pretty

And we don’t give bites or stings

We’re rude and crude and smelly

And we like disgusting things

Mother Streusel

Oh sure I drink nectar

I like anything that’s wet

But that includes rotten fruit

Puddles, dung and sweat

Mother Streusel

So if I land on you

Don’t feel special that I picked you

Instead you should wash that spot

‘Cause guess what? I just licked you!

Mother Streusel

© 2014 Karyn Linnell

The Taster

I own a little ice cream shop

It’s quite a lot of labor

I make it all myself from scratch

Every single flavor

Mother Streusel

I’m happy to oblige

When people want a sample

I grab a spoon and load it

With a bite that’s rather ample

Mother Streusel

One day a customer walked in

And noticed my selection

“What a lot of choices you have!

This simply is perfection!”

 Mother Streusel

I smiled at her with pride

“Is there one you’d like to taste?”

She nodded to the strawberry

Without a moment’s haste

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“This really is delicious

But not what I had in mind.”

I let her try the chocolate

“Mmm, this simply is divine!”

 Mother Streusel

She pointed to vanilla

Coconut and peach

“I hate to be a bother

Could I have a taste of each?”

 Mother Streusel

I hid my annoyance

The day was hot and fine

The customers were coming

She was holding up the line

 Mother Streusel

“I’d love to try that butter rum

And then cookies and cream.”

Behind her people grumbled

Some of them looked mean

 Mother Streusel

Mint, pistachio, lemon glaze,

Melon, caramel.

Right after every taste she’d say

“I’ll try that one as well.”

 Mother Streusel

Orange, cherry, rocky road

Birthday cake, gumball

Peanut butter, mint and chip

She soon had tried them all

Mother Streusel

She thanked me for the samples

“No trouble, Ma’am,” I lied

“On what size and flavor

Did you happen to decide?”

Mother Streusel

She smiled and she said,

“Oh no, I just wanted to try it.

I really can’t eat ice cream right now

Because I’m on a diet.”

Mother Streusel

© 2014 Karyn Linnell