Thursday, December 13, 2012

"A Deadly Race"


A Deadly Race
By Debra A. Cole

Once upon a sunny day,
kitchen objects thought to play.

“We shall have a race,” they cheered.
Pots and Pans just laughed and jeered.

“We can do it!” said the Spoon,
“just forget about those goons.”

Knife, and Fork, Grater too
Scissors, Peeler yelled, “Woohoo!”

At the starting line they queued
to win, each must be very shrewd

Timer dinged a signal start
and all ran off with zest and heart

Round the counter objects flew
gaining speed with each step true.

Then the drama did commence.
Viewers all did grow quite tense.

To the right, strong Scissors slashed
cutting Fork and he dashed.

To the left, Scissors sliced
Knife who hoped to keep his life.

Grater and Peeler fell as well
as their lives Scissors quelled.

What lesson did we learn today?
When running with Scissors....just say “Nay!”

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

"Gary Grant's Gigantic Gauges"

Image by Ryan Malone


Gary Grant’s Gigantic Gauges
By Debra A. Cole

Little Gary Grant pierced gauges in his ears
and found a way to push through
all the pain and all the tears.
He started small and soon received
so much glory and acclaim 
then bigger and bigger grew Gary’s plan,
his gauges and his fame.

“Wow, Gary, you sure have cool ears!”
cried the girls within his class.
“Dude, I want to be just like you,”
said the boys with tons of sass.

As Gary’s fame traveled far and wide
his gauges grew larger and larger.
Within his holes fit pennies, nickels, quarters,
starfish, and even a cell phone charger.

Soon plates and frisbees filled his ears
then tires and wooden tables.
Then children jumped ropes with his lobes
to exaggerate this fable.

Upon a day of sun and joy,
Gary decided to skip home.
He jumped and frolicked with his ears
and cried, “I am not done!”

“I will not stop until my lobes
are larger than the sun.
My fame will reign throughout the land
for I am number one.”

With Gary’s last proclamation,
he did a spin and found
that the chain link fence to his right
had torn his ear lobe down.

Rip, Zip, Rip, Zip
the holy circle tore
and Gary’s gigantic gauges of fame
would be celebrated no more.