A place to show my work
Tickle me Pickle, that silly fellow,
Turns into a prune whenever it’s mellow.
It wriggles and giggles, oh what a hoot,
Until it becomes a prune, then it can’t scoot!
But when the sun shines and the laughter is bright,
It dances and twirls, a joyful sight.
With friends all around, it’s never alone,
In the pickle patch party, it’s right at home!
I tried adding nuance
to my everyday stance,
but a nuisance popped up
doing a wiggly little dance.
It had nobbly knees
and a grin way too wide,
declaring, “Subtlety’s boring!
Let chaos be your guide!”
So now my nuanced moments
come with comic interference —
a nobbly nuisance shouting,
“Life needs silliness and clearance!”
Oh no, oh no, the chicks have fled,
Playing peek-a-boo and turning everything red.
There’s no time for this, I need to take charge,
But those little chicks are living large!
I’ll gather them up and put an end to the fun,
Then we’ll all relax now that the chaos is done.
I pressed a giant button
labeled activate—
and suddenly my sandwich
stood up straight and walked away.
It saluted me politely,
said, “Thanks, pal, but I’m late,”
then jogged off down the hallway
at a very sandwich‑y rate.
The tan fat cat
Running away from a bat
but his fat is making him fall flat
But never did he give up
for he will prosper
The tan fat cat
Day in and day out
You can see the tan cat
Running away from a bat
Yet still he trots along
undaunted by the chase—
The tan fat cat
Through alleys and moonlit streets
he learns to rise again
each time he falls flat
For courage is his compass
and hope his steady beat—
The tan fat cat
Tickle me Pickle, that silly fellow,
Turns into a prune whenever it’s mellow.
It wriggles and giggles, oh what a hoot,
Until it becomes a prune, then it can’t scoot!
But when the sun shines and the laughter is bright,
It dances and twirls, a joyful sight.
With friends all around, it’s never alone,
In the pickle patch party, it’s right at home!