Q: Why do you write poems on your blog?

A: Actually, there is no very specific answer to the question. Updating my blogs, is a hobby of mine and a very important one. Problem is the topics refuse to come to my mind but you can't ignore your blog for that reason! FYI, I came to write this one with some help from friends (that includes my mom). So let us get to the main idea of the question ( main ideas in questions is unheard of, but whatever!). Why poems? Because I write them. In my head that would make sense and I would go OH!!, but I'm not sure that would occur to you  'cause I am definitely crazy and different minded. What would you call that? We're getting off topic. So let me explain in a way you will understand, or at least I'll try to.

Once upon time there was a --- Maybe that was a little... Um...  I don't know! Okay, so one day at school we were talking about writing a book about anything. Sports Book, Fantasy Book, Cooking book. Well why not Poems! I love to write poems but once again I need a topic. I thought back to my favorite poem authors that include Jack Prelutsky, Shel Silverstien and more. I wrote my poems as if I were one of them. Then it came to me. All I need is the topics. I have the capability to write and to rhyme. I don't really have to think about that. One rhyme, and BAM! A poem. It's as easy as that. But where is that one rhyme,? Where is that thought? Exactly. So back to the Blog thingy. Some People might of found the answer by now, but if you don't then here it is: If you mix Updating Blog + Poems = Poems That Update My Blog. And I know, that many people out there are going to think I am selfish because "I was impressed with my own poems."... But, only because I didn't write poems in a long, long time. ( I can tell that all those "people who thing I am selfish" are in great relief with that reason!)

PS: I hope you understand that I wrote this, so that I can get more topics for you!

PSS: Okay, that is not completely true.

PSSS: Fine! This is for all the honest people out there! *sigh*  That wasn't true at all...

PSSSS: I tried to explain the PSs, so you can understand them! I think I did a good job! : )

PSSSSS: Sorry for all the PSs! 

My poems

The Blackberries are Gone!

The blackberries are gone

and the fridge is still wide open

Where the scent is coming from

they don't think it's where it happened

We checked the dog and tried my sister

but we didn't find a clue

we studied the beef and surveyed the carrots

and there was nothing in the stew

We inspected the bedrooms, doors, walls and rugs

Also the TV, couch and closets

We examined the showers, toilets, dishes and mugs

and especially the leaky faucet

We checked every corner, every inch

for the blackberries were gone

I was very sure that they would know soon,

I knew it wouldn't be long

They don't know how long it took

to get this very good thought

Where didn't we already have a look?

The question was as hard as a rock

Thats all they needed to know

Then my big burp tells about the fact

to figure out that all of the blackberries

had gone to my stomach

There is a Zebra in My House

There is a Zebra in my house

and it's running all around

I can't get it stop for

a euro or a pound.

It's messing with the pots and pans

and it's making me quite dizzy

For it will never halt I know

I am getting very tizzy!

The Zebra's cooking food, paying taxes

and is jumping from door to door

It is cleaning rooms, wiping walls

and is sweeping the dirty floors

It can organize and make things shine

in an extraordinary pace

I can bet you it'll be first

in any neat freak race

It wears stripes from head to toe

Although you might be misled wrong

It's not quite a real Zebra

It's my one-and-only mom!

15 Minutes of Freedom

15 minutes of freedom is what I call fun

for I will tell you some of the things

that are usually done

In football, half the people

come in bruised, scarred and bleeding

Trust me, there's no chance

of a little outdoor reading

I can pretty much count 6,7,8

games of tag

Playing back and forth

Whoa! You might want to move back

On the basketball court generally

8 kids are on the ground

The ball always goes out

because kids are shoving up and down

The soccer field is a

very muddy disastrous place

For you can clearly see

that there are footprints on most player's face

Beware of chinese jump roping

it looks harmless but oh, it's rough

Tripping, falling and so much

“It's my turn! Back off!

Climbing trees and falling down

Or swings that go too high

Stand aware of bouncy balls

that suddenly go whizzing by

Ascending up slides are common

And getting hit on monkey bars

Flying through outer space or

even falling off of Mars

So if you want to watch this theatrical drama

then here is the best place to come

We all call this time our

15 minutes of freedom!

Nine Pigs are Dancing

Nine pigs are dancing,

as the lions sing and cheer

For the magical disappearing

elephants have teleported here

The hippos played the drums and

the monkeys clash there symbols

All of the whales are given

triangles as small as tiny thimbles

The giraffes played the xylophones

And the piano was saved for the crocs

the birds chirped the tune

they cuckooed at there clocks

The dogs were the DJs until

the ball was ready with couples

By the time they started the

cheetah’s weight had doubled

Every animal was here

at the party of their lives

But just one had not

because my stomach kept all the butterflies

I Think my Trainer Likes Veggies

I thing my trainer like veggies

It's is quite easy to see

Why don't you listen

to some of the tips he told me

“You have to be tougher than rhubarbs,

and shiny like tomatoes,

You have to smell like crispy radishes

And dress like sweet potatoes

You have to run as fast as carrots

and jump as high as beans”

You do understand

that's not as easy as it seems

“Don't get fat as big, plump eggplants,

just stay slim as a little leek

Stay as strong as all the garden squash

not a cucumber that is weak”

Unusually all his tips worked

but don't ask me how

I regret that I stopped training

because I turned into a cow