By The Light Of The Silvery Moon

HE SINGS BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON  

(a read-aloud poem)

 

Shelty McKelty and Pearl McCat
Went out for an afternoon walk.

 

Said Shelty McKelty, “Hey, Pearl, sweet girl,

Let’s call on Johnny McSquawk!” 

Pearl, in a swoon, lit up like a goon

And replied with excitement, “Oh, dear! 

“Doesn’t Johnny McSquawk move with a quick walk

And sing by the light of the moon, the silvery, silvery moon?” 

Yes he sings by the light of the moon!

 

Johnny McSquawk went for a walk

With Shelty and Pearl that day. 

Dressed to the hilt they danced a fine lilt

‘Til the moon grew big and gray. 

 

Then precisely at three (and much to Pearl’s glee!)

Johnny stopped, looked up, then at she. 

" ♫ I do say, ♪ tee-hee, ♫ yoda-lady-‘n-me ♪

 by the light ♫ of the silvery moon ♫ ."

Yes, he sings by the light of the moon, the silvery, silvery moon.

 

Ó 2008, Marilyn Lane

Fat Cat Meets Marsupial

Fiddle-Dee-Fiddle-Dee-Dee

- a read aloud poem -

Marsupy’s a creature that came into town singing,
“Hey there, fiddle-dee-dee.
"My babe’s in this pouch and I now need a couch
"Cause I’m tired and hungry, you see!”

When I asked this strange mammal,
“Friend, are you a camel, big horse or a strange-looking goat?” it said,
“Whoa there, my friend, are you blind as a bat or just a fat cat?
"Fiddle-dee-fiddle-dee-dee?”

Well, we talked back and forth the way new friends do
And I learned something I had not known ...
Marsupials carry their young in a pouch feeling nary an ...
“OUCH ... hooray now! I see then!  I see!"

"Yes, fat cat I am, but stupid, I’m not!
“I know who you are!” I declared.
"You’re the gray kangaroo that I see in the zoo who chews on things NEW and sings
“Fiddle-dee-fiddle-dee-dee.”

 

 “You’ve got it!” so drooled my marsupial friend,
Clunking toward me with eyes glazed in glee.
"I shall now have my dinner and know I’m winner (though I don’t get the couch)!" said she.
 Gulp .... Burp .... HICCUP!

 

"Fat cats are delicious, you see,
"Fiddle-dee-fiddle-dee-dee!"

 

© 2008, Marilyn R Lane

 

 

 

Hair Stylist NYC - "Addictions"!

Itchy, Itchy, Itchy

Itchy, itchy, itchy but I’m not feeling bitchy.
This itch don’t bother me –  not really much.
What’s some hair under the collar when I’ve got a great new look
From a Master in the best of the bunch?

Yesterday was feeling grumpy - witchy hair with words to match!
Even I’d run from my comp’ny were I able.
But today I’m free of fever when I look into the mirr-r
And see a brand new me with mind just as stable!

Any wonder why Addictions keep you comin' back for more -
It's jus' Steve’s scissors keeps your crowning cap in place!
Without him you’re a prison’r to your cowlicks moo-vy groovin’
And the moody blues of stubborn hair’s misplace!

© 2013, Marilyn R. Lane