The Shark


Mother Streusel

Chompy was a shark

Who liked to swim around

A deserted and volcanic

Island that he’d found

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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

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It took a lot of physics

And a lot of engineering

To make an aqua-lava sled

Built for shark fin steering

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He used a rope and pulleys

And a giant lever

To get up to the top

(My that Chompy’s clever!)

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Up on the volcano

In a tank of water

He balanced in the sled

It couldn’t get much hotter

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He started to lean forward

And it began to slide

Down ol’ Chompy flew

On a molten lava ride

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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

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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.”

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A posh and proper hippo

With lots of girth and muscle

Was having a fitting

For a rear-enhancing bustle.

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“On the river this spring

All the hippos will wear them,

And I must be the best

When we look to compare them.”

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An elegant giraffe

Performed a double check

On the forty-seven necklaces

Dangling from her neck.

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“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

The Bad Hobbit

Mother Streusel The Bad Hobbit

I know of a bad hobbit

He’s very irritating

He’s always doing something

That people find frustrating

He likes to chew his fingernails

He likes to pick his nose

You’ll notice that the table’s

Always under his elbows

He never wipes his feet

When he comes into a house

And when he chews his dinner

He doesn’t close his mouth

He won’t cover his face

If he needs to cough or sneeze

I’m not sure if he’s ever said

A thank you or a please

He’s often interrupting

He doesn’t listen well

I don’t think that he bathes much

Going by the smell

He makes lots of rude noises

And then acts very proud

He gossips and complains

And always talks too loud

I know of a bad hobbit

I doubt you’d like to know him

There are no books about him

Though someone wrote a poem

The Hamster

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

Mother Streusel

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

Mother Streusel

“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

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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

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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

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© 2014 Karyn Linnell