Riding A Two-Wheeled Bike
I can't believe I'm doing this!
I'm riding on two wheels!
Why, it was only yesterday
My bike had training wheels!

My parents said, "You're ready now."
"OK", I said, "I'll try."
My daddy ran and held the seat
While mommy said, "Let's fly!"

I'm peddling really fast now.
The wind is in my hair.
I feel as if I'm flying high
Two-wheeling through the air!



Swimming
Swimming is an easy thing,
If you know how to do it.
You push the water wide apart,
And then you just go through it.



Mr. Nobody
I know a funny little man,
as quiet as a mouse,
who does the mischief that is done
in everybody's house!

No one ever sees his face,
and yet we all agree
that every plate we break was cracked
by Mr. Nobody.

'Tis he who always tears our books,
who leaves the door ajar,
he pulls the buttons from our shirts
and scatters pins afar.

That squeaking door will always squeak,
for, prithee, don't you see,
we leave the oiling to be done
by Mr. Nobody.

He puts damp wood upon the fire,
that kettles cannot boil;
his are the feet that bring in mud,
and all the carpets soil.

The finger marks upon the door
by none of us are made.
We never leave the blinds unclosed,
to let the curtains fade.

The ink we never spill;  the boots-
they lying 'round, you see,
Are not our boots;  they all belong
to Mr. Nobody.



Ode to Braces
by Shoshanah Aborn 

The maloccluded human race 
Pays tribute to the wondrous brace. 
Just a few short years of debt'll 
Trap you teeth in wires of metal.

So what if we must sacrifice 
Everything in life that's nice? 
Eating sliced apples and mushy pears, 
Corn off-the-cob, really, who cares?

With braces on, we must think twice 
Before we suck a cube of ice. 
Pencils to gnaw and bread with crust 
Are pushed aside to gather dust. 

The fate of our teeth is in our hands, 
And too much pressure breaks the bands. 
We grit our teeth, suppress our screams, 
And chew on caramels in our dreams.

The nicknames' origins, we feel, 
Come not from a mouth bound in steel. 
"Tinsel Teeth" is long since stale, 
And "metal Mouth" is at its tail 

But those who play the insult game 
Behave as though they'd coined the name. 
We know they'll stop in a short while, 
So we just smile a metal smile 
And look for wires on those we hate 
that we may retaliate.

Brace wearers are a patient lot. 
We must be, considering what 
We go through-sore gums wax-padded, 
Oatmeal when tight wires are added, 
And other such indignities 
That go along wearing these. 

But we just hold our heads up high; 
On orthodontists' chairs we lie, 
For they're the ones who control the rate 
At which our crooked teeth turn straight. 

In mirror dreamily we gaze, 
And eagerly we count the days 
Till we'll display our brand-new bite 
With teeth now back to gleaming white. 



Daycare Poem
removed by request 2-09-03

 The Twelve Weeks of Summer
(sung to the Twelve Days of Christmas)

12 Kids-a-screaming
11 Weeks of "I'm bored"
10 Headaches pounding
  9 Million mosquitoes
  8 Boxes of band-aids
  7 Calamine bottles
  6 Skateboard stitches
  5 Ringing phones
  4 Soccer tournaments
  3 Fried kids
  2 Tired parents
.....and A room at the SANITARIUM !! 




Kids 1
Kids 2
Kids 3
Kids 4
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