| The Ground I'm glad the ground is there, For I would never dare To go out anywhere If the ground wasn't there. I'd be stuck inside all day Couldn't go outside and play. I would surely have to stay Inside my house all day. I would be stuck in place A silly look on my face. Couldn't even leave a trace If I couldn't leave my place. I could not attend A wedding for my friend. Would simply have to spend All my time shut in. I couldn't go out and shop For peaches or a mop. Life would be a flop If I couldn't go out and shop. Seems rather juvenile If I couldn't run a mile Or wrestle a crocodile. The ground makes me smile. It would make me sick If I couldn't jump and kick, Go uptown for a flick, Or simply use a pogo stick. It would make me hotter If I were to be a squatter, Never be a globe trotter, Or a seagoing yachter. But I can be a scout Or simply a gadabout. Go uptown for sauerkraut Or just stay home and pout. I won't be afraid To go on an escapade, Dig a hole with a spade, Or go on a panty raid. I can be an acrobat, Have a spot for my doormat, Chase our little kitty cat, Show you where I've been at. I'm glad the ground is there, Not be stuck with solitaire. It would really be unfair If the ground wasn't there. It holds me up, I have found, Gives footing sure and sound. I'm so thankful for the ground So I can always get around. Flappers Our bodies have very special wrappers With tiny little one-way flappers. There are millions in our skin. Water gets out, but never in. I sweat buckets if it's hot. If it's cold, then I do not. Every time that I warm up, Then I tend to puddle up. If I'm hot, my flappers flip And my skin starts to drip. But you know, if I get cold, Then my flappers start to fold. What, then, if my flapperstat Forgot how hot to open at. I would swell up like a hog If I had a water clog. It would rust my flooded tummy. My bones would be all wet and gummy! My brain would float inside my head. I'd be sold as a waterbed! If my sweat could not get out, My nose would be a water spout. My feet would look like porky pies. fish would swim inside my eyes! My belt would bust from my big belly And I would walk like jiggly jelly. My arms would be like ballpark franks. My behind as big as Sherman tanks. But ... if my flappers wouldn't close, I would leak like a garden hose. My insides would turn to dust. My ... I don't want to think about it! Act Like a Man Daddy says I should act like a man. I will try daddy but That's a big chore for a young boy like me who is only four ... |
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Russell Daily - "Rusty"
and wife, Kathleen
and wife, Kathleen
"Rusty" Daily |
| Pawpaws Papaws are pretty special ‘cause they have lots of time to read me Barbie stories and poems with lots of rhyme. Papaw has a very special book his friend had signed for me. Papaw says that sig-na-choor shows CJ’s love for me. I ‘specially like the one ‘bout heaven and the windows in the sky. That’s where gramma lives Papaw, Why is it so high? Poem's about sandboxes and band aids. Everyone of them are neat. ‘Specially the funniest one ‘bout brother’s stinky feet. Sometimes Papaw falls asleep long before I do. (he’s old) I get a blanket for my Papaw so he won’t get too cold. (he’s really old) My Papaw’s pretty lucky ‘cause when I learn to read I’m reading to my Papaw ‘cause my Papaw reads to me. Hey! Mr. Sandman Hey! Mr. Sandman I'm waiting for you. I've been awake for an hour or two. My sheets are all crumpled from tossin' and turnin'. My eyes are all red and itchin' and burnin'. When I called you last night you buried me deep in a mountain of sandy, stretch-yawny sleep! Hey! Mr. Sandman, you have one minute more? I'll leave my mouth open, if you just make me snore. You think you're smart? Ok! Have it your way ... I'll think about the girl that I met today. Bubble Ducky Rub-a-dub-dub I jumped in the tub to wash the dirt off my skin. My rubber duck said, "Are you out of your head? My down is already in." So I waited about for him to get out and he splashed and dove for the soap. But he's got only wings to pick up his things, so he swallowed it up like a dope. He said with a quack, "Will you please wash my back?" but I laughed at my fine feathered craft 'cause my poor ducky chum was looking real dumb blowing bubbles, both fore, and aft. Dishwasher Licking Machine When I'm done with supper I want my dishes clean So I give them to my furry dish washing machine I put every one of my plates on the kitchen floor He makes them sparkly-shiny and whines around for more He never licks my forks or knives a cut he might incur I just soak them in his dish and wipe them on his fur Dessert for him is a bowl of creamy egg foo yung He holds it with his hairy paws and laps it with his tongue For a snack, no doggy bones it's crystalware for him If you tried to wash a glass He'd tear you limb from limb I know you might be thinking that this is a disgrace At least I don't let doggy lick me on the face. |
Hi, I'm Rusty. I'm a US Navy veteran -- nuclear powered missile submarines -- and I've been associated with
golf all my life, both as a player and a golf course superintendent.
I started out writing poetry for friends and relatives, as gifts for birthdays or other occasions. Then I began
writing other funny stuff, concentrating on poetry for children. I especially enjoy ending poems with an
unexpected twist, or a punch line. I have some of my work on other websites, too, but Barking Spiders is the
best place to be, if you're a big kid like me.
Years ago, I had the good fortune to meet online a wonderful person who also wrote poetry. That started my
friendship with CJ. Fortunately, she let me write a few poems with her, too, and they're here somewhere. I
hope you enjoy reading my work. ~Rusty
| Play with Me, Miss Moira Hey Miss Moira won't you play with me? Hey Miss Moira climb my monkey tree. We'll climb way high up in the sky watch the pretty clouds go by. Hey, Miss Moira, won't you play with me. We'll have bananas for our lunch pick the big ones from the bunch. Swing all day from limb to limb in our treetop jungle gym. When we're done we'll climb back down from our special monkey town. It's time to rest and take a nap on my monkey's furry lap. When this day is gone and done I'll dream about my Monkey Fun. Hey Miss Moira Come and play with me. My Wondrous Sunshine Catching Machine My Wondrous Sunshine Catching Machine Gobbles rays of bright sunlight Diskombobblebooblelates them Just to use in darkest night I am feeling pretty dumb Eastern Standard Time has come And it came as quite a shock That I forgot to set my clock I was always running late But my machine would set me straight I grabbed a bit of morning light To dab it on the start of night I tried to switch about one hour But suddenly my plan went sour It seems the switch was stuck on high Now brightness fills the midnight sky Bats now fly at 6 AM Light of night is blinding them Daylight dims as nighttime passes Owls are wearing dark sunglasses Sunrise starts my evening prayers I am having day-nightmares Dinner is a midnight snack I'm now a nyctrophobiac Coyotes howl at morning sun What horrid change have I begun No harm was meant to man or beast But now my problems have increased My machine has me outsmarted I need to stop what I have started My plan will have to wait till night So there will be sufficient light To flip the switch and make the climb Out of Daylight Savings Time Never an Every If you never had an every every thing would be all gone. And never every would you have a never every one. Every one from every where would have no place to go. With never every nothing to think and never nothing to know. If every day were to go away tomorrow would never be. You would be stuck in for never and the never every sea. In the sea of never there's only one of you. There's no never every things and never nothing to do. It's lonely in the never there's never nothing there. You only go to no place and never every where. Don't call for help in the never there is never ever a sound You'll sink into the never and never every be found. never every. Letter Be Quiet If we didn't have an alphabet You'd be as quiet as you could get. You couldn't speak, spake, or spoke Or even make a froggy croak. That little pile of letter stew, All jumbled up inside of you Won't make up a speakable set Of words without an alphabet. So, jump up and down and side to side And see if you can make them slide Into their place from A to Z, So you can have a talk with me. |
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