Blurgsday

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Blurgsday

Sunday’s when we go to church

and say our prayers and scripture search.

Monday we go back to school

to make our brain a power tool.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday: work

like bankers, teachers, moms and clerks.

Friday night is party time

unless you’d rather have downtime

snug with a book, then Saturday

we whip through chores so we can play.

Then comes the best day of them all!

Blurgsday, when ideas call!

On Blurgsday ride a purple horse

or take a Bigfoot finding course.

On Blurgsday you can paint with mud

or dance upon a flower bud,

sing too loud or scrape your knees.

You get to be whate'er you please.

Wait, hold on, what’s that you say?

You say there’s no such Blurgsday day?

Can I still wear my Blurgsday best

and welcome some dear Blurgsday guest?

Would you eat some Blurgsday cake

to celebrate that we’re awake?

If you check your calendar

you’ll see it’s best if you plan for

a Blurgsday minute, so to speak,

every single day next week.

-Sarah Allen

The Neckless Giraffe

The Neckless Giraffe

All giraffe clans have a neckless giraffe

hanging somewhere on their family tree.

Unfortunately in this giraffe family

the neckless giraffe here is me.

I can’t reach the treetops,

the juiciest leaves,

so I have to eat grass with the zebras.

The baboons won’t talk

to me. Meerkat pups mock

even more than the laughing hyenas.

How would you feel if

you had to do full-on splits

just bending down for a drink?

Or not being able to see

hiding lions?

It’s scarier than you might think.

My great, great, great grandma,

the one other member of my fam

without a long neck,

was so sick of jerk fuss

she joined a big circus.

She’s a clown, but get’s clownish respect.

But what’s this? Oh see here,

the Old Gnu Express delivered

some mail to my bunk.

A penpal for me?

Could it possibly be?

Signed, an Elephant without a trunk!

-Sarah Allen

The Sundew Plant

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Car Wash

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Car Wash

Whoosh, thwump, squirsh, squee

wax and polish, shampoo eddy

weesh weesh weesh wee

hwomp hwomp squeegy

whurring rub and tires shiny

pastel pink blue bubbly

whoosha hula jalousie

off dust, dirt, and debris

off boot print, mud sprint, miles of me

back with more miles soon as can be

no more of my miles can you see

the road isn’t new, but am I?

Maybe.

If Mrs. Clause Was President

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If Mrs. Clause was President
I think that'd be pretty great.
If Mrs. Clause was President
there'd be smiles in every state.
She'd take care of us 364 days a year
while her husband took care of the one.
She would make sure each kid has a warm place to sleep
and never stop till she was done.
If Mrs. Clause was president
she would know every child by name.
She would welcome the white folks and brown folks
and black folks and all kinds of folks just the same.
Whenever our country had problems,
like our mom she'd have thoughtful advice.
She'd see each of us as our very best selves
whether we had been naughty or nice.
There would be fewer people out hurting each other
'cause weapons would only be toys
and she'd care for all creatures from Blitzen to Vixen
from Oregon to Illinois.
If Mrs. Clause was president,
I think that'd be pretty great.
But maybe if we treated all people like she would
we'd make smiles in every state.