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

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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

Green Orange Blues

An orange orange is sweet

An orange orange is great

A green orange is not

So a green orange waits

Mother Streusel

When a green orange waits

There is not much to do

So the green orange read

And the green orange blew

Mother Streusel

The green orange’s plan

Was very, very simple

The green orange tanned

Every green orange dimple

Mother Streusel

Did the green orange brown

In the yellow sun’s heat?

No, the green orange oranged

Now it’s orange orange sweet

 Mother Streusel

© 2014 Karyn Linnell