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Here's A Jellybean For YouMy Nana gave me jelly beans
And so of course I went and ate ‘em
I don’t know how to tell her this
But – oh, my gosh, I hate ‘em!

I wouldn’t say that they were bad
I’d say that they were worse than awful:
They’re gruesome, noisome, smelly beans
And ought to be unlawful.

One tastes like bile; one tastes like grout;
And one’s like liver mixed with trout.
But while my Nana’s watching me
I daren’t spit ‘em out.

Some taste like toadstools on my tongue
Some taste like vipers might have viped ‘em
Some may have come from Baby’s diaper
After Baby diaped ‘em.

I wish I had a time machine
So I could tell her not to buy ‘em
… And those are all the reasons why
I will not let you try ‘em.

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Alphabet, Schmalphabet – Z, z

fly_1894_ii_a_205g1Zachary Zye, the loud­-buzzing black fly,
Zipped into the house in the blink of an eye.

Inside he discovered Old Man Ebenezer
Noisily snoozing, the crusty old geezer,
With his head on the bed and his feet in the freezer.

Now one thing is true of a fly with a buzz:
If that fly sees you sleeping, the first thing he does
Is to buzz in your ear. Why is that? Well… because.

So Zachary flew to the old geezer’s bed
Landed once on his chin—circled twice ‘round his head—
And then BUZZED IN HIS EAR! fit to wake up the dead.

But Old Man Ebenezer kept snoring instead.

An insult like that would make any fly sore.
I’ll wake him! cried Zachary Zye with a roar.
(If you heard it, you might think his roar was a buzz
And to tell you the truth, I suppose that it was.)

He buzzed on the old geezer’s feet (they were smelly)
And the back of his neck and the front of his belly.
He buzzed in his nose and he buzzed in his hair
He buzzed around here, and he even buzzed there.

He buzzed every place he could think of, and more.
He buzzed and he buzzed till his buzzer was sore.
But Old Man Ebenezer just lay there ­­ and snored.

So Zachary Zye, the loud-­buzzing black fly,
Zipped out of the house… with a tear in his eye.

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Alphabet, Schmalphabet – X, x

Found Photo - Circa 1900Xavier’s vexing X­-ray eyes
Would certainly make him an excellent spy.

He’s a wizard at poker and hide­-and­-go­-seek;
He can tell what a squirrel has stuffed in its cheek;
He can locate the needle in any haystack;
He knows what you’re hiding there, behind your back.

And he sees lots of things that he isn’t supposed…
But I’d better not say any more about those.

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Persuasion

Abeja by Vero VillaPlease stay!
Cried the daisies
In their summer guise.

But the bee
Persuaded me
To do otherwise.

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Believe You Me

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Always on time, is something I’m.
Always seemly, yes, extremely.
And polite? Oh, very, quite.

Don’t crack knuckles, won’t stamp feet.
My room, my handwriting, both are neat.

Never cry unless I’m hurt.
Never ask for more dessert.

Tie my shoes before I’m told.
Eat my food before it’s cold.
Respect old people ‘cause they’re old.

Ever lie? Oh, no – not I!

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The Lost Child

single grave 5 by Don (Flickr user fallingwater123)Little one, what have you heard, and how?

That grave-stones cluster on the hill’s cold brow
and wanderers are lost without a sound
beneath the moon, when the hard winds blow.
I hid here in the grass, and hide here now.

Little one, what have you seen, and where?

The dead and deathless wail upon the air;
the living will not go abroad for fear,
but build their fires up high, and sit, and stare
into the dark. I have been there.

Little one, what meaning do you find?

I wish to live, to live! Death is not kind.
The dying do not leave this world behind.

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Alphabet, Schmalphabet – W, w

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Worm, worm, worry­-wart
Wriggling underground.
What should worms be worried for,
Hiding safe and sound?

If it were not for just one thing
They’d all be happy fellows:
But here’s what really worries worms:
They haven’t any elbows.

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Alphabet, Schmalphabet – Y, y

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“Yes, yes, yes!” yells young Yvonne,
Yelling loudly all day long
Yelling, yowling, yelping, howling,
In the kitchen, on the lawn,
Caterwauling in the hallway,
“Yes, yes, yes!” from dusk till dawn;
Yelling till her mother wonders,
“How long can this noise go on?”
Yelling till her father tells her,
“Yes, all right! Go on, Yvonne!
Do what you wish, do what you want to,
Only please stop yelling so!”

But Yvonne cries, “No, no, no!”

Alphabet, Schmalphabet – F, f

SONY DSCFlying floating free and slow
High or in between or low

Flying’s easy if you try
Take two steps and grab the sky

Flying all last night I found
Air is friendlier than ground

Flying slower than the wind
I took the moonlight in my hand

Flying through the midnight trees
I left the moonlight on the leaves

Flying must have been a dream
But that’s not the way it seemed.

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Haiku (McCall, Idaho)

Sky and Fly by Pascal (https://www.flickr.com/people/pasukaru76/)Fly sang his death song
All afternoon, mourning sky
Beyond his reaching.

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