THE 3 LITTLE IMPS

Where buttercups grow

And the great moose roam

Atop a sugarloaf mountain

Lived three little imps

As big as blue shrimps

Named Baby, Carter and Jacob

They woke up one day

In the land of the Fae

Needing a big adventure

They hopped on a moose

While drinking their juice

And munched on wild bake apples

 

Down the big mountain

Through a mud fountain

They made their way to the beach

 

The waves were so high

They laughed and they sighed

The salt water tickled their feet

They met a big crab

Who called himself Brad

As he boogied upon a great branch

A house made of sand

Was made by their hands

And was as tall as a bumble bee

 

They each built a moat

With seashells for boats

But argued which one was better

They asked a wrinkle

Who nodded and tinkled

And they thought that was kinda gross

They lost their pants

While swimming with ants

And now what would they do?

 

With sand in their hair

And little butts bare

They decided they should go home

They gathered sweet berries

And called cousin Sherry

The one who wrote this story

They got on a moose

Their tongues very loose

Recalling the days events

Through a mud fountain

Up the big mountain

They made their way back home

With satisfied smiles

That would last a while

They all jumped into their beds

Baby’s blue eyes closed

Dreaming as he dozed

What treasures will tomorrow bring?

Dear little Carter

Could go no farther

Than his bed in the mushroom patch

Jacob, dearest thing

Slept under the wing

Of a soft white speckled owl

 

Goodnight dearest imps

My blue little shrimps

May all your good dreams come true

©Sherry Irvine – July 7, 2012

ZAMBONI ZAC

Dad and Zach - Maintenance Crew - 2012

I want to play big boy hockey

But I’m much too little to play

I put on my skates and get on the ice

I’m the maintenance crew today

I pretend I’m driving the Zamboni

Around and ‘round the rink

Clearing all the pretty snow

Too make it smooth I think

My hands are on the steering wheel

The big engine screams and roars

The seat is tickling my bottom

As it rumbles across the floor

Around and ‘round the ice I go

My Mommy cheers me on

Everybody loves the Zamboni

Until all the snow is gone

So now I’ll watch my brother

Play hockey upon our rink

As Mommy hugs me warmly

Giving me hot chocolate to drink

I’d like to ride the Zamboni

When I grow up some day

Everyone would cheer me on

Hurray!! Hurray!! they'd say.

The End

xo

© Sherry Irvine – January 24, 2012

TASMANIA SAYS

Meow…it’s Tasmania here

And I have something to say

Thank you dearest friend

For praying for me today

You kept me warm

Inside your big heart

And because of this

We’re never apart

This love we found

Is precious to me

I am so grateful

For everything, see?

Thank you for rubbing

Behind my big ears

And stroking my belly

Comforting my fears

I will find you again

My beautiful friend

Someday, somewhere

It’s never the end

© Sherry Irvine – January 4, 2012

POPPY SAYS

I am a good dog

I just have my flaws

I get so excited

I dance on my paws

Sometimes I’m loud

It’s because I am proud

My humans are great

And this is my fate!

Hug me and praise me

Lavish me with love

And I will reward you

With the best doggie hug

Cuddle me close

Let’s play every day

And I will surely

Make you say…awe….

I LOVE YOU POPPY

© Sherry Irvine – January 4, 2012

KNOCK KNOCK

Cuddlebugz Photography - Kitchener, Ontario

Knock knock knockin’ at the old front door

One two three – Lana knocks some more

Little Lana’s knocking, but nobody’s home

Except for a spider running across the stones

The little spider says in her little sweet way

“Would you like to come inside to play?”

Little Lana looked around and said “who me?”

And the little spider nodded and said “yes please”

So the two of them played and talked all day

Weaving their stories, going every which way

They went to the moon on the spider’s web

Fell down laughing on the imaginary bed

They danced on a dew drop and dined on a rose

Played hide n’ seek where the tall grasses grow

But when the twinkling stars came out to play

Little Lana and the spider had to call it a day.

So Little Lana called her mom on the phone

And said “Mommy, I would like to come home”

Now sweet Little Lana is snuggled  in her bed

Dreaming of the moon and a spider’s web.

© Sherry Irvine – January 3, 2012

A Silly Spider Poem

She’s weaving webs

Around my bed

Making the dreams

Inside my head

And in the morning

I’ll eat the bread

That tastes like cherries

All juicy and red

So now I’m fed

Full of cherry bread

Now what was that?

What you just said?

Oh…where’s the spider?

She’s in the garden shed

Sleeping peacefully on

The old snow sled

I will weave a web

Around her bed

To catch the dreams

Inside her head

In the morning

She’ll eat the bread

The piece I lovingly

Left in her bed

©Sherry Irvine – October 28, 2011

The Land Far Away

IMAGE CREDIT:  music2education.com

Hello my child

Let me take your hand

Together we will travel

To a far away land

Where moon rocks and rainbows

And gentle creatures play

Where angels and fairies

Sing songs every day

Where meadows of flowers

Are seen everywhere

Where love is huge

And everyone shares

Where the oceans roar

And call out your name

The wind ruffles your hair

And you laugh all the same

Let’s play in the waterfalls

We will have such fun

Frolicking on hill tops

Until your sleep is done

Fly with me upon my wing

To the land far away

Where the sunshine is warm

And we’re free to play

Sweet dreams my little one