Monday, June 10, 2013

Turtle Diary

Dedicated to Carmen Palmer

Dear Diary, what a day was today...
To start: It was dawn that I did awake.
Swiftly as I could I set on my way
hoping my path would lead me to the lake.

I climbed up a hill, and found a strange path;
it was not jagged, yet was hard as stone.
Would I fal a victim to this road's wrath?
I kept up my journey, steady and slow.

A white box pulled up, and a man stepped out;
he walked up to me and I tried to run,
but the clever man figured out my route,
and soon my belly was facing the sun.

He put me on grass and I ran away...
That was enough adventure for one day!

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Food Truck Rodeo

Today I did go downtown with some friends,
and we went to a "Food Truck Rodeo"
Trucks lined the street and seemed never to end
and they had food from ice cream to tacos.

When we first arrived it was quite hot there,
so we started our lunch with some ice cream.
It was far too hot for the warmer fare,
but the cool dairy treat was like a dream.

Thinking about it, I did not eat much
for this thing called a "rodeo" that is.
On just a beer and a pretzel I munched,
I think that is was just too hot for this

Of food rodeos this was my second,
and I'd attend another if beckoned.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Bad Joke

Today I woke up and hour too late
to blinking clock screens and a ringing phone.
With the power out I did not awake,
and my job wondered why I was home.

In the car I reached up to scratch my nose,
and I could feel that my nose ring was gone.
I wondered how long it would take to close
Was anything else left that could go wrong.

I dashed into work fifteen minutes late;
I thought I could sit and relax at last,
but suddenly as my breakfast I ate
I knocked over my cup with a great splash.

No alarm clock, nose ring, or diet coke?
I felt like the punchline of a bad joke.

Late

I am sorry to say that I have failed;
I did not post a sonnet by midnight.
I looked at the time, and let out a wail
at the sheer severity of my plight.

I've done a great wrong, and I must confess
that I do not have any good excuse.
Today try as I might to do my best,
track of the time I did anyway lose.

I promise I'll do better tomorrow
for the shame I feel today is so great.
I know I would be filled with such sorrow
if ever again my post is this late.

I shall not give up on writing these rhymes,
for today I'm just on Pacific time.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Sometimes it was Chocolate

"Is this spot poop or is it chocolate?"
The young children's teacher thought to herself
as she held her shirt under the faucet
and took down a towel from on the shelf.

She smiled as she wiped this mystery spot,
and grinned as she cleaned up the mess they'd made.
It was not about the work that she thought,
but rather the fun they'd had as they played.

Sometimes it was chocolate, sometimes poop,
but every day was an adventure.
Sometimes this classroom was more like a coop,
but still every day was a treasure.

Sometimes she did moan, and sometimes she frowned,
but a love of the job kept her around.


Tuesday, June 4, 2013

TOMA-2

I was to evaluate "TOMA-2"
Test of Mathematic Abilities
Made in '94 it what nothing new,
but I knew not was in store for me.

You see, TOMA-2 is not just a test,
but a duo from Argentina too,
and though I did try to do my best,
it seemed that Google would just not come through.

Woe! Using a database I did see
there was a new problem for me to face.
They have now come out with a TOMA-3
Writing on TOMA-2 has been disgraced!

While my presentation did come to be,
I can't speak of the utmost quality...

PS: If you came here by accident trying to research the TOMA-2 Assessment sorry! Good luck finding resources!

Monday, June 3, 2013

Bad Laugh

I hear your laugh across a crowded room
It's like a small rodent, choking to death
your voice seems as loud as a sonic boom
I wince as you sigh with each passing breath

Someone makes a joke and the whole group laughs,
but after a lull, the rodent chokes on
I dread comical meetings of our paths
for fear I will meet your disgusting song

I dare not make a sly comment or joke
every time that we two are together
for I think that this hamster snorting coke
is a sound I cannot bear to weather.

I should count myself lucky I suppose
that a mere one day a week you impose

Sunday, June 2, 2013

A Bunny a Day

A bunny a day keeps crazy away
that's what I have learned so far this summer
I try to pet my rabbit every day
and it helps it not be such a bummer.

A small bit of a cuddle from muffins
and the world seems to be a better place
I can feel all of her cuddly "luffins"
every time that I look into her face

Some days I just really need to hug her
and other days I am feeling less stressed
but I am sure that I never ignore
my rabbit who always loves me her best

So on the good days and even the bad
Thanks to muffins the best rabbit I've had

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Rude Awakening

No alarm clock has ever been louder
that the one that I woke to this morning.
Its sly operator was much prouder,
and he came without a shred of warning.

As I laid there peacefully asleep
outside my window there was a great crash
accompanied by a series of beeps
and the sounds of a moving pile of trash

To empty the dumpster came the trash truck
and hour before I wanted to wake.
Alas! poor me! what a string of bad luck
that wanted from me all my sleep to take!

The thing that really gave me morning blues
is that this alarm did not have a "snooze"