10: Pick (Inktober 2021)

The Nose Picker Poem
(from Mr. R’s World of Math)

There was a boy who picked his nose,
Thought it tasted fine,
Picked for breakfast, lunch and dinner,
Picked it all the time…
Shared his pickings with his friends,
With his parents too,
Shared his pickings with his pets,
They worked a lot like glue…

Picked his nose all through the day,
Picked all through the night,
Never tired of his picking,
Wanna’ take a bite?
One day he stuck his finger in,
So deep inside his snout,
The rest of him got stuck inside,
He never could get out!

8: Watch (Inktober 2021)

Pugsley the Watch Dog

Pugsley the Dog,

Drunk in a fog,

Got busted again,

“Watches for gin!”

Down at the station

With short-lived elation

He offered a few

With hopes for a brew.

“My elbow and wig!”

Cried cops with a jig

“We’ve caught ourselves a thief!”

Pugsley’s hopes came to grief.

Into a cell

At the toll of the bell

The Watch Dog was led

As guilty he pled.

No more do we

As honest and free

Need fear this mighty thug –

The world’s most dangerous pug!

7. Fan (Inktober 2021)

At first, I thought of a simple fan, held in the hand and used for fanning, or being coy in earlier times. I think there is even a “language of fans” – but I could be wrong.

And then I looked up. Living where we do, ceiling fans add a lot to one’s comfort in a hot house. If nothing else, here is an ode to my ceiling fans!