(where you find smiles for life)
Back behind these pages
Lies the Russken Land.
A place where our silliness
Gets entirely out of hand.
Betty Biddle lurks there
And steals bad boys away.
And then, what she does with them,
I really shouldn't say.
I'll tell you about a robber
With a great big burglar pouch.
He took away my TV
And then loaded up my couch.
If your flappers suddenly quit;
How will sweat get out?
Will your nose start to flow
Like a waterspout?
Farmer Joe and The Baker
Were out of cold hard cash.
Was it just bad business,
Or did the market crash?
And you will learn about,
Do's, Don'ts, and Out's.
And how the ground helps you get
Uptown for Sauerkraut.
The 'Land of Russken' is waiting,
So turn the pages wide.
See the wonder of having fun.
I dare you go inside.
So, lay down your butcher knife
And the ham you're carvin'
And I will tell you what to feed
The finicky Starvin' Marvin'.
Captain Bath also says,
"Come read with me my matey.
It doesn't matter what your age,
Eight, eighteen, or eighty."
I give you final warning,
That in this land of rhyme.
You must learn to read and smile
All at the very same time.
I try to write for the kid in all of us. Whether you are eight, eighteen, or eighty, we all have that little fun place that lives inside just waiting to be tickled.
If reading my poetry has made a little grin, then I'll be happy. Just take it with you and pass it around.
Hugs and Fun
Rusty
Barking Spiders (and other such stuff)
