The String

From my shirt there hung a string

So I gave it a small tug.

Length extended quite a bit,

I could have made a rug.

I pulled again my shirt was gone,

My pants and then my shoes.

I kept pulling till I was bare

The grass unraveling too.

I pulled until my town was gone

The cars and all the stores.

I should have stopped right then and there

But I pulled the string some more.

I pulled California off the map

Then unraveled all the states.

I tugged until the world was gone,

Now I'm floating out in space.

What to do with all this string?

I haven't got a clue.

Guess I'll knit the moon a sweater

And a scarf or two.

One Gargantuous Toe!

Mary Joe Ellinore Stowe

Had a rather gargantuous toe.

'Bout every nine minutes or so

It would tremble a little and then start to grow.

Oh,

And one more thing before I go,

Her toe was tiny compared to her fro.

Googly Eyes

Yes, I was blessed with googly eyes

But I can't look where I please

I was blessed with googly eyes
And they hang down to my knees

I turn to the right
And they swing way around
I try and look up
But I always look down
Don't ask me to look you straight in the eyes
Unless your lying on the ground

I only see birds when they're pecking for worms
And I only see clouds through reflections
If I could change one thing bout myself
I think I'd make just one correction
My feet seem just a bit too big
And I want to make good first impressions

WAWMIW (what a weird morning it was)

Woke up this morning and something was weird
Scratched my nose but it was my ear
Screamed out loud but then was shocked
It seemed my voice came from my sock
Jumped out of bed so I could run
But my feet were now attached to my buns
Slapped myself in the face to wake
But slapped my belly and now it ached
Opened my eyes to answer some questions
But looked right at my large intestines
Toes on my face and teeth on my hips
Tongue where my thumb should be eyelids on lips
Heart on the outside right next to my lap
Hair must be inside still searching for that
Not much to do with your knees on your head
So I just went right back to bed

Future Self

Saw myself in the future yesterday
Didn't know what to say
So I asked myself what I would want to be asked if it was me instead of myself asking the question -

I think I would just ask him what he would say

Drat Voice

Drat voice won't let me be
Like a nagging skeeter or fastidious flea

"STOP TALKING TO ME!"

I'm Trying to write can't you see

ROONERSPISMS

Rindercella farried a mella
And Binkertell dever nid
Beeping Sleauty sneemed a bit sooty
While Crichabod Ane lopped his drid
So fether your whand of Binkertell or think Crichabod Ane's a scit bary
Thot one of nem knew everly happiler after except the proo tincesses mat tharied