Guess what?! The voting has begun!
I’m so excited! This is fun!
Go vote for me in round one.
Okay, now this poem’s done.
Vote for Karyn (AKA Mother Streusel) here!!!
Guess what?! The voting has begun!
I’m so excited! This is fun!
Go vote for me in round one.
Okay, now this poem’s done.
Vote for Karyn (AKA Mother Streusel) here!!!
Whenever we have dinner
At the home of my Aunt Mabel,
I must be extra careful
And polite while at the table.
Aunt Mabel is quite sensitive
To any sign of crudeness,
And I never can predict what words
Offend her with their rudeness.
She asks me what I’m learning
And expects me to reply.
I try to answer safely,
But things often go awry.
One year it was the alphabet.
What problems could there be?
Aunt Mabel lost her temper
When I said the letter P.
Aunt Mabel started choking
Upon a piece of onion
When I said my class had read
The tall tale of Paul Bunyan.
One year we got into a fight.
She said that I began it,
Because I said uranus
While listing off each planet.
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.
© 2014 Karyn Linnell
I’m having a dilemma
And need some help please!
If I don’t wear a belt
My pants fall to my knees
♥
And if I wear a belt
It’s so tight I will pop
I can hardly breathe
And I have a muffin top
I try to adjust it
To get the belt just right
But every setting seems to be
Too loose or tight
♥
I’ve tried each type of belt
Leather, cloth and plastic
I thought I solved my problem
When I tried elastic
Until that belt stretched out
It was quite immodest
My pants fell down at school
And they sent me to the office
♥
The principal looked stern
I didn’t have a chance
I trembled as I stood
Holding tightly to my pants
He said, “I have decided
The verdict to be rendered
Is for you to be
Immediately suspendered.”
Because this site is new
In case you haven’t heard
I’m having a little contest
To try to spread the word
I will write a poem
About the winner or their kid
Or whoever they want
It could even be a squid
The poem will be published here
And also in awhile
In a Mother Streusel poetry book
Which I hope will make you smile
Comment on our Facebook page
All you have to do is write it
Then do whatever it takes
To get people to “like it”
If your comment is liked most
Then clearly you’ll have won
I’m excited about your entry
I think this will be fun!
I’m looking forward to seeing your comments and posts on http://facebook.com/motherstreusel.
You can post a picture of the person you want your poem about, a poem of your own, a clever little saying, or a plea for votes. It’s really up to you what you write (as long as it is during the month of February and kid-friendly!) The contest will close on the last day of February and the winner will be announced the following week. The winner will get to tell me who they want their poem about and what else they want in the poem (like hobbies, interests, favorite things or even a made-up adventure.) The winner may also have the poem be about more than one person provided they are siblings. MotherStreusel.com will reserve all rights to the poem. If you have any questions, please feel free to email karyn@motherstreusel.com.
Thanks to all who participated! You can see the winner’s poem here http://motherstreusel.com/2014/03/03/william-and-the-train/
My friends call me “The Hamster”
I don’t know why but often wonder,
“Why do they call me ‘The Hamster?’”
It’s a question that I ponder
I ask why while I try on pants
In a short and husky size
You can see the question linger
In my beady little eyes
“Why does my girlfriend call me ‘Hamster?’”
I wonder before I to go meet her
As I brush my large front teeth
And spray cologne that smells like cedar
I stroke my golden whiskers
And think with all my might
Good thing I like to stay up late
Or it might keep me up at night
I eat carrots, seeds and even nuts
I just don’t understand
Why do they call me “The Hamster”
When I’ve never eaten ham
© 2014 Karyn Linnell
An orange orange is sweet
An orange orange is great
A green orange is not
So a green orange waits
When a green orange waits
There is not much to do
So the green orange read
And the green orange blew
The green orange’s plan
Was very, very simple
The green orange tanned
Every green orange dimple
Did the green orange brown
In the yellow sun’s heat?
No, the green orange oranged
Now it’s orange orange sweet
© 2014 Karyn Linnell