Friday, October 28, 2011

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


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

Monday, June 13, 2011

Noodles and Strudel

Doodle the Poodle
Liked oodles of noodles
So he shared with his friends
Kit and Caboodle

They oogled and googled
The wet brown noodles
But the noodles were brutal
So they sounded the bugle
and said
"Ew...yucky wet noodles!"

They logged onto Google
and that's when they saw
A recipe for noodles
 For the price of a Ruble

They wanted to be useful
So they cooked more noodles
But the recipe was futile
Then they felt bamboozled

Doodle the Poodle
and his friends
 Kit and Caboodle
Gave up the noodles
And instead ate strudel.


Sherry Irvine - June 13, 2011

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Baby Brother

Chris - 1970 - 8 months old

I wanted a little sister
But it wasn’t meant to be
Instead I got a brother
Who means so much to me

It was a pleasant day in April
I was playing outside that day
When I got home at lunch time
There was my Uncle Dave!

I remember he served us lunch
Canned macaroni and cheese
It was really rather disgusting
But I ate it just to please

We wanted to see our mother
And see our brother too
So Dad took us to the hospital
What else was he to do?

We sat in the waiting room waiting
It seemed like a long long time
Mom came out and talked to Dad
But she forgot we were alive!

Then Mom was ready to come home
So to the hospital we would go
We waited by the hospital doors
And there he was – lo and behold

It was the first time I saw my brother
He was sitting up on her knee
He was screaming his head right off
He certainly did not look pleased

My baby brother was different
Different than Leonard and I
He had mess of short dark hair
And two big chocolate eyes

My baby brother had no name
At least for a couple of weeks
I came up with Christopher Warren
And my parents thought that was sweet

I love my baby brother
He's mine to keep forever
Even though we're all grown up
Our bond will not be severed

CHRIS - aka Supermonk / Black Eyed Monster - 16 months - 1971

Little Brother

My brother and I in 1967

In Port-aux-Basques, Newfoundland
I was just a little wee girl
When my little brother Leonard
Was born during a winter’s storm

Even though I was very little
I just knew it in my heart
My brother would be my best friend
Right from the very start

I used to love to look at him
And hold his little hand
I was right there beside him
When he tried to stand

I remember when we were small
Mom and Dad were still asleep
We’d sneak downstairs to watch TV
Quietly with little padded feet

We waited for what seemed for hours
For Bugs Bunny cartoons to start
Then we’d giggle and laugh out loud
With innocent smiles in our hearts

I love my little brother
He's mine to keep forever
Even now we're all grown up
Our bond will not be severed

Len and I in 1968

Copyright ©Sherry Irvine – April 4, 2011

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Lamb


She is exactly what a Nana should be
Loving and gentle to a little me
She is intuitive to my every need
To keep my little soul comfy-cozy

She’s the shepherd that teaches love
With the help of God’s hand above
She is the protector of my little soul
To keep me safe, to keep me whole

She wipes my nose and wipes my tears
She holds me tight, lest I should I fear
She’s tender loving to the touch
She is surely a wonderful crutch

She knows what to do, she has the style
She sings to me and watches me smile
Read me a story, or simply watch TV
It doesn’t matter when she’s with me

She is the protector of all little souls
To love and honour and console
She is God’s gate keeper of the innocent child
She is an angel with wings of rose petals wild

She would give you her heart if she could
Give you the clothes off her back she would
You could call her generous to a fault
With all the love she offers from her inner vault

She is quite remarkable, my Nana Farrell
Fiercely independent with nice apparell
She has given me the greatest gift
I have the Nana knowledge when I take her shift


Copyright Sherry Irvine - April 11, 2011

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Make Me Up Momma!

Jezika , Lala and Mr. Brush Teeth
Three very special friends
They always played together
Until it was time for bed

Jezika was quite the pretty thing
Only she did not agree
I wonder why she thought this
'cause she's as cute as can be

She wanted to look beautiful
So she snuck away to play
with Lala and Mr. Brush Teeth
Happily leading her astray

She found her mother's makeup
On top of the bathroom counter
Where the soap and toothpaste lived
Lala and Mr. Brush Teeth behind her

She carefully applied the lipstick
Her eyelids shadowed with care
Cheeks aglow with pinkish blush
A little eyeliner here and there

She stared at herself  in the mirror
Gazing into her big blue eyes
"Now I'm really beautiful
My Momma will be so surprised!"

Lala and Mr. Brush Teeth
Were Jezika's pretend friends
They always played together
Three very special friends

Sherry Irvine - March 29, 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

The Surprise Guest

The elves and imps and faeries
Gathered up on yonder hill
Right beneath the old oak tree
With hungry tummies to fill

They lay the cloth upon the ground
And present the birthday cake
Come on everybody - gather 'round
They sing a song and eat some cake


Surprise!! Surprise!! It's Squirrelly Sam
Welcome to the birthday picnic!
They look forward to his magic hands
They're delighted to see his tricks

A slight of hand with magic cards
A mysterious blue hankerchief
Behind an ear a shiny gold star
 These are delightful magic tricks!

Applauds and cheers from everyone
Squirrelly Sam takes a bow
"It looks like you had a lot of  fun
I'm glad you enjoyed the show!"

Pretty soon the day was done
The tummies were full of cake
Time to make their way back home
Before Mamma's call and the evening wakes

Sherry Irvine - March 28, 2011

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Mr. Robin Redbreast

Hello Mr. Robin Redbreast
You darling little thing
In March I always search for you
You're the first sign of spring!

In the morning when I awake
I love to hear you sing
Your songs are bright and cheerful
Delightful words you bring

I see you play upon my grass
You dance your little dance
Searching for your breakfast
Looking for your romance

I watch you gather twine and twigs
To make your marriage nest
Then the Mrs. lays her eggs
And you proudly puff your chest

Then the little chicks are born
You look after them so well
Feeding them, protecting them
Until they say farewell

I will savour every moment
As you play in my backyard
One day you will disappear
And winter won't be far.

Sherry Irvine - March 22, 2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Black Tears and Marshmallows

See the House on the Highway?
The Carter kids grew up right there
The railroad yard was located out back
This story is true, I swear!

Clickety clack clickety clack

The ferries would cross the channel
From Sydney to Port-aux-Basques
The workers unloaded the ferries
Putting the railway cars on the tracks

Each car would be filled with a load of goods
That would be taken to far away places
Most of the cars went on their way
And a few would have to stay

The railway cars that stayed behind
Were temporarily stored out back
near the House on the Highway
on an storage railroad track

Clickety clack clickety clack

Catherine, Gerald and some of their friends
Were in the storehouse where they played
Eating sweet marshmallows
Unaware of Gerald's mischevious tirade

Then the CN police came snooping around
They were looking for someone you see
Someone had broken into a railway car
There was missing marshmallow treats!

What would they do? Oh no! Oh no!
This was really really bad
because the manager of the railroad
was Catherine and Gerald's Dad! 

So they did the only thing they knew
They hid inside the coal bin
They were in bet they knew
Shaking and quivering their chins

Well of course the police did find them
 With quivering chins and big black tears
Blackened completely from head to toe
There was even coal dust in their ears!

They were all sent home to have a bath
And were put to bed without supper
But that's okay and only because
Their bellies were full of marshmallows!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011


Me ears are sore
 No drops in store
So off to the doctor I go
“Well Master Ben....I hereby recommend
A tooth be pulled again”

Me face it aches
Me head it breaks
Off to the doctor I go
“Well Master Ben....I hereby recommend
A tooth be pulled again”

I stubbed me toe
So off I go
To see the doctor again
“Well Master Ben....I hereby recommend.
A tooth be pulled again”


If I keep goin' to the doctor
Me teeth will be all gone
I won't be able to chew me food
And that would be just wrong!

"So Master Ben....we hereby recommend
The doctor visits end!


Petite vs. Brawny

They made it to the finals
Two women, age twenty-three
They walked on the court with confidence
The last game of District "B"

They faced their two opponents
Who barely reached the net
They didn't have the faintest idea
It would be their hardest game yet!

Jayme turned twelve the other day
Her little sister Kelly is only ten and a half
Now don't be fooled because of their size
They are very skilled at their craft

Birdies rallied, scores were tallied
The ladies took the first game
Jayme and Kelly won the second
And then an exciting third game

People gathered around to watch
This game of petite vs. brawny
Then Jayme and Kelly won the match!
And the pipsqueaks smiled broadly

The family gathered all around
Hugs and kisses for the winners
The newspapers wrote their story
And people took their pictures

So whether you are short or tall
Practice what you love to do
Dream your dreams really big
And make those dreams come true

Sherry Irvine - March 16, 2011

Monday, March 14, 2011

Bob & Baby Boboo

My name is Baby Boboo
I stand upon this chair
Waiting for my Daddy
So out the window I stare

I wonder where my Daddy went
He said he wouldn't be long
I am really not that worried
Because Daddy's really strong

My Daddy is my hero
He sings me silly songs
"There Once Was a girl named Nantucket"
But Mommy thinks that's wrong

My Daddy likes to make me laugh
He dances the Dad ballet
He's big and kinda goofy
"Do it again!" I laugh and say

My Daddy tucks me in at night
and reads me a bedtime story
About trucks and cars and trains
Big boats and little dory's

One day when I'm a big man
I would be delighted
To be a Daddy like my Daddy
The power of Daddy love ignited

My Daddy

Sherry Irvine - March 14, 2011

Step on Mamma's Back?

On my way to school one day
I stepped on a great big crack
I wonder if it really meant
I'd break my Mother's back

I thought about this all day long
Is Mamma's back okay?
What if I really broke her back?
Then what would she say?

I got home after school this day
And my Mamma was lying down
My eyes welled up with tears
My mouth turned upside down

"Why are you crying?" she asks
"I'm sure I broke your back"
"Why on earth would you think that?"
"Because I stepped on a crack!"

"It's true that sometimes my back is sore
But it has nothing to do with you.
Mamma's just getting older,
But here's what I want you to do"

Then Mamma lies down on the floor
"Never mind that silly crack"
Now take off your shoes and socks
"And stomp all over my back!"

"ooooo owww oooo owwww
oh that feels so good!
Keep stomping on my back"
Then all of a sudden I understood.....

 I see her pretty smile
I can see she's really glad
Stepping on her back is very good
So I have no reason to be sad.

This is the story of Yesha
And her lovely mother Su
So next time you step on a crack
Pretend you're stepping on Su!!
(teehee teehee)

Sherry Irvine - March 11, 2010