MIND YOUR MOTHER

Children, mind your mother,

For there’s something in her stare

That speaks of a mad hunger

For abominable fare.

Watch her hands for fork and knife

When she checks on you at night.

She has a taste for tender life

And she just might take a bite!

THE PEMBERTON GHOULS

At Pemberton, a boarding school,

The kids sneak out at night.

Each one with a digging tool

In search of grim delight.

They find a grave and dig away

With wide rapacious eyes.

Robbing graves is how they play.

Fresh corpses are the prize!

Little Penny Paradox

Always wears two different socks.

If one is white, the other’s black

(In any case, they never match),

And should the problem you point out

She’ll whisper softly with a shout:

“They’re really quite the same!”

Little Penny Paradox

Never speaks, but always talks,

And says the most peculiar things,

About the squareness of her rings.

And if the issue you should raise,

She’ll stamp her foot and mutely say,

“I want to play some other game!”

Little Penny Paradox

Went to play amongst the rocks

When a big, unbalanced boulder

Took a tip and bowled her o’er.

A passing boy asked, “Are you caught?”

She answered oddly,  “Yes, I’m not!”

Her rescue never came.

Little Penny Paradox

Six feet under in a box

Of cedar wood that still smells sweet

Despite the rotting of her feet.

No more will she confuse the many,

No more will she, no more will Penny

Live up to her name.