My bison won’t eat broccoli.
My panther won’t eat peas.
My mice will not eat mushrooms.
It’s only cheese they please.
I’ve tried to feed my cow
a healthy dose of kale,
but she just turns her nose
and flicks it with her tail.
I wish they’d even eat a bite!
I think that would be great
since I cannot get up to play
until I clear my plate.
I’m waiting for a rocket ship
to take me to the moon.
My best friend has been building one.
He’ll pick me up by noon.
First we’re going to skip moon rocks
across the milky way.
And then we’ll ask some aliens
to dance the Moon Ballet.
I think we’ll do some fishing
for comets passing by.
We likely won’t catch any,
but it’s still fun to try.
It always takes my breath away
to see Earth from on the air.
But soon I’ll have to come back home—
There are no bathrooms there.
Today we played hockey
with our oatmeal pucks.
But both the teams’ goalies
were migrating ducks.
Since fowl don’t have hands
they stopped pucks for a snack.
Just don’t get near the goal–
or the ducks will quack!
I came across a wishing well
and had a coin to spare.
I closed my eyes and made a wish
then tossed it in the air.
I asked for my own wishing well.
(The smartest wish to make!)
I felt my craving coming true:
the ground began to shake.
I ran back home to my bedroom,
but where was my own well?
It had to be here somewhere
since I used a magic spell.
I search until the sun had set.
There’s nowhere it could hide.
Then I saw that my sink was full
with one cent by its side.
I’m glad I got another wish,
but I had wanted more.
So I’ll ask for magic lamps
with real genies galore!
Your eyes stay above your nose,
but mine can move quite far.
Today my eyes are in my ears,
which you may find bizarre.
My eyes are never painful
when they stay close to my head.
But today I can’t hear you:
I see your words instead!
Each fall I like to gather
all my neighbor’s leaves.
I get them from their gutters,
their driveways and their eaves.
We put them in a pile
that fills my whole backyard,
Then swim in the big heap.
My mom’s the leaf life guard.
Autumn is a busy time
because I must undo
all of nature’s changes
to keep that summer hue.
First I paint our grass deep green
Then glue on all the leaves.
It is a cold and thankless job
while wearing short shirt sleeves.
Last I swap our garden to the
only thing that grows:
tiny little plastic shrubs
I plant in perfect rows.
My horse is really smart.
There’s so much he can do.
He knows how to chop carrots
and cook them in a stew.
My horse can make my bed
and dust shelves with his tail.
And when he paints the hall,
he masters each detail.
I want to keep him inside—
there’s so much to be gained
except for one small detail:
he isn’t potty trained!
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Authors Steve & Natasha