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

IMAGE CREDIT:  http://www.projectbeauty.com/blog/blog-post/expired/

The Surprise Guest

MONDAY'S CHILD #39

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

then....

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

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

because....

One day you will disappear

And winter won't be far.

Sherry Irvine - March 22, 2011

IMAGE CREDITS:  GOOGLE FREE IMAGES

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 trouble...you 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!

Quack!

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”

WHOA!!!

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!

QUACK!

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

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?

IMAGE CREDIT:  http://newsone.com/newsone-original/samalesh/20-black-superstitions/

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

Flowers for Nana - Monday's Child #37

I have a secret garden

Where the wildflowers grow

Baby Blue Eyes and Forget-Me-Nots

Are some of the flowers I know

Snap Dragons and Shasta Daisies

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Sweet Alyssum and Blue Bells

Grow in this secret spot

I’ll fill my wicker basket

With kisses and rainbow showers

I’ll take them to my Nana’s house

 This basket of pretty flowers

Knock, knock!

“Nana, Nana - where are you?”

(There's no answer at the door)

"I guess that she's gone out today

So I'll come back tomorrow."

I leave her with my basket full

of Baby Blue Eyes and Forget-Me-Nots

These flowers from the secret garden

The garden of my heart.

Rockin Harry

There once was a man named Harry

Who worked on the Sydney ferries

He had a baby and seven other children

And he quite adored every one of them

Everyday when he finished his work

His seven children would go beserk

He'd walk in through the old front door

And they lovingly attacked him to the floor

The youngest one was eight months old

Oh his babies he loved to hold

So he took her to his rocking chair

Rocking her back and forth with care

Well....on this day he rocked too much

Faster and faster with the babe he clutched

Until the rocker turned completely over

He and the baby upside down in the corner

Two slippered feet stuck up high in the air

Holding on tight to the baby's welfare

The children all laughed at this funny sight

Giggling at their father with innocent delight

And then of course the rescue began.

The rocker was set upright again

Then Harry sat back down in his rocker

The babe in his arms and he rocked and rocked her.

Sherry Irvine - March 13, 2011

Chocolate Cake Dreams

I always wanted a chocolate cake

But my mother refused to make it

She always baked vanilla cakes

Because Daddy didn't like chocolate

We lived in Woodbridge at the time

at the corner of Islington and Seven

Across the highway was the IGA

And my box of chocolate heaven

It was a lovely sunny day

A perfect day for a walk

So I took my baby in the pram

And I walked around the block

I stood at the busy highway

I carefully looked both ways

I waited until there was a break

Then crossed to the IGA

I knew exactly where to find it

My Duncan Hines Chocolate cake

Through the doors, turn this way

To the aisle with all the cakes

I reached out with my little arms

Until my fingers grasped the box

I carefully put it in my baby pram

And then I turned and walked

Out the door, across the highway

Past Scott's Funeral Home

Around the corner, down the sidewalk

Until finally I was home

 "Mommy - can you bake me a cake?"

"Where on earth did you get that?"

 "I got it at the IGA - a cake for you to make!"

"NO....we cannot keep it...we have to take it back!" 

The tears welled up inside my eyes

We took back the chocolate cake

My mother apologized to the grocery man

And told me "you're not supposed to take!"

Ohhhh...I had to pay?

I truly did not know

I was just a little girl

Barely four years old

Sherry Irvine - March 12, 2011

Cake Image:  Etsy:  Dollhouse Scale  2 Tier Chocolate Wedding or Occasion Cake, listing #26750188

The Land of Orange Bliss





We're riding in an orange boat

We're sailing the milky sea

The sun is orange in the sky

It's as bright as it can be

I am the captain of this ship

And you are my first mate

Look through my binoculars

Is that an island that awaits?

The sand is made of crispy rice

Orange lollipops line the beach

I see an orange jelly fish

It looks yummy and very sweet

Chocolate oranges on every tree

Orange flamingos and macaroons

I see an orange shortbread house

And angels with orange balloons

What is this magical place? I ask

This is a land of orange bliss!

But my thoughts are interrupted

As my mother gives me a kiss (yuck)

It's time for me to go to school

She hands me my old lunch pail
I hope it's....

Orange marmalade sandwiches

Baby carrots and an orange with a sail.

Sherry Irvine - March 8, 2011

CREDITS:  Painting by Cheryl Poulin, Ottawa, Ontario - http://www.earmark-decorative-painting-studio.com/mixed-media.html

Sleeping Bunny - Monday's Child #36

Monday's Child #36

I'm reading a magic storybook

Because when I open each page

I'm a character inside the story

And I'm very very brave

I tiptoe softly through each page

As everyone's asleep you see

I must be there for a long long time

Because tree roots are growing over me

The roots are tickling my tummy

And they tickle my little toes

I'm trying hard to open my eyes

But sleep has kept them closed

They give me hugs and kisses

and surround my pretty head

All the while I'm in the book

Yet I'm really inside my bed

And then of course I realize

that I am the Sleeping Bunny

Dreaming sweet Princess dreams

Waiting for Prince Wabbit to kiss me

The End.

© Sherry Irvine – March 7, 2011