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Icky Sticky
by Cynthia Williford

A little of this, a little of that,
a bit more of the other.
That's how you make some sticky goo
to use on your kid brother.

You can glue him to a bookcase.
You can glue him to a chair.
You can glue him to the kitchen sink
(just be sure that Mom's not there).

You can glue him to the bed post.
You can glue him to the floor.
Wouldn't he look awful cute
glued to the front door?

Just be sure you hide it,
that icky sticky goo,
or someday little brother
will icky sticky you.

© 2005

White Lie
by Cynthia Williford

It wasn't that I didn't know
I shouldn't lie, for I've been told
(and told, and told). And rightly so!
The truth is something to uphold.

But gee, you see, the thing was that
when Auntie Sarah came to call
she asked me how I liked her hat -
and the matching chartreuse shawl.

What could I say? It made me gag?
I thought that might upset her.
She's better off dressed in a bag?
I doubted that was better.

And so I fibbed, I did just that,
and thought I'd dodged the ball -
until she mailed me my own hat...
and a matching chartreuse shawl.


© 2005


Curious Cat
by Cynthia Williford

It's a curious thing
to hear a cat sing
be it hip-hop, jazz or the blues.
It'll make your head spin,
turn your world outside-in,
even make the front page of the news...

...which is why they don't do it very often.

© 2004

Gator Grub
by Cynthia Williford

A hungry alligator
will eat you now instead of later.
A full one will just save you
for a snack.

But it really doesn't matter
if it's the former or the latter,
'cause either way you won't
be coming back.


© 2004


At the Orchard
by Cynthia Williford

Russet apples by the pound,
up in trees and on the ground,
smell so good I want to cry:
eat you now, or wait for pie?


Fluffy's Bath
by Cynthia Williford

Water sloshing in the tub,
soap and bubbles, rub, rub, rub.

First a splish, and then a splash,
then a loud and watery crash.

Fluffy's sort of in-between,
but Dad . . . he's never been so clean.


© 2005

Good Book, Bad Book
by Cynthia Williford

I read a book
that was quite bad,
but not because
the book was sad,

or short, or dull
(which I really hate).
No, overall,
this book was great!

So what was wrong,
you ask, my friend?
Two little words
that said "The End".


© 2005

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