Skunks at Camp

Mother Streusel

A cabin of stinky skunks

Were snuggled in their bunks

The moon outside shone bright

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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

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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

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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

Mother Streusel

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!)

Mother Streusel

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

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

My Cat Does Tricks

(This poem was written for Michelle, who suggested I write a poem about cats. This poem is for amusement only and should not be used in the training of cats. In other words, do not try this at home!)

Mother Streusel

They say dogs do more tricks than cats

I have to disagree

My cat does everything my dog does

And just as well as he

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My cat flies across the yard

When I throw a stick or ball

My cat comes to me immediately

When he hears me call

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My cat can swim the river

My cat can chase a car

My cat stays put when I say sit

Some think it quite bizarre

Mother Streusel

How is it that my cat does more

Than lay there like a log?

I put him in a basket

And then strapped it to the dog

Mother Streusel

© 2014 Karyn Linnell