SIR CASSIE, THE CROSS-EYED CAT
You’ve heard of “The Cat in the Hat”?
(If you haven’t, drop this and read THAT!)
Well, the cat of this verse
Isn’t better or worse…
But he’s different—so I’ll explain that.
His left eye is sparkling and bright
But can only see things on the right.
His right eye is deft
At seeing things left
So his eyes cross a path day and night.
Our cross-eyed cat’s name was Miss Cassie
But he was a lad, not a lassie.
It made not a whit
Just made him seem silly and sassy.
We thought her a girl when we got her
(A gift to our young son and daughter)
And her name wasn’t “Sir”
‘Cause we thought him a her
The man told us that when we bought her.
But quite soon we would realize that
Our cross-eyed cat wasn’t just that—
Oh, my! She’s a he!
Just look at him—-see?
Miss Cassie’s a “sir” of a cat!
It’s a little bit weird and yet tender
To discover a pet’s a new gender!
We had known the eyes crossed
But the sex had been lost!
And that makes a great limerick ender!
TWO LIMERICKS FOR LITTLE ONES
A farmer named Piddley-Puddle
Got all of his ducks in a muddle
Instead of “quack quack”
They said “stop and go back!”
And forgot even how to they should waddle!
You’ve heard of old Lickety Split?
When young he could run quite a bit
But as he got old
So the story is told…..
His legs just got up and they git!
(not a limerick)
(and not for the littlest ones)
Dinosaurs’ food was complicated!
Learning what one liked and ate, it
Seems an herbivore still traded
What we’d think was veggie plated.
Fish and bugs capitulated
To their appetite to sate it.
My info may be long out-dated
You’d better check to regulate it!
There’s a time and a place for that phone
(Did I just now hear all of you groan?)
If you go out to eat
With your parents—a treat!
Please, please PLEASE leave that gadget alone!
What, you say, YOUR parents use it?
Oh dear, let’s hope THEY don’t confuse it
With real conversation !
Is what happens when folks tend to choose it.
A dinner out SHOULD be a treat!
Where you talk as a group when you meet
I say, please don’t let’s risk
Family time, tsk tsk tsk!
Won’t you try it the next time you eat?
That booger belongs in a tissue!
And not anywhere near where I kiss you
No, it isn’t like sugar
Please get rid of that booger!
Or someone is likely to squish you!
Your body goes down from the top—
You can tell me when I ought to stop!
The head holds your brain
(Like: get out of the rain!)
And your hair’s what a barber will chop!
Your eyes, nose and mouth fill your face.
Keep that clean or go down in disgrace!
Below those are your chin
Above your chin is your grin!
And your neck holds them all in their place.
Way down at the bottom are toes, ’n’
If it really gets cold, they get frozen!
They are part of your feet—
And can beat a retreat
If you’re chased by a bear—-just supposin’!