Three Tuneful Mice Perform in Guthrie

A trio of silvery-hued mice

Sang a happy little ditty

While grandma sat in her favorite seat

By the way, the temperature was 120 degrees

In the middle of the small town of Guthrie

Although she didn’t even notice the three

After all, they were standing so daintily

Underneath the cream-colored eaves

Beside grandma’s steaming chamomile tea

On top of a side table decorated with a vase of daisies

Now each one slowly began to sing:

“La da da da deeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Still, not one soul heard their melodic pleas

Of course, except a few stray bumblebees

Who’d just wandered in from a nearby oak tree

Just then, grandma started to sneeze:


The trio of mice scattered and so did the tea

Well harrumph and fiddle-de-dee!

The Missing Keys

(from Writer’s Digest Poetry Prompts: Write a missing poem…)

Someone really needs to investigate

The case of the missing keys;

They aren’t sitting in the junk drawer

Nor are they atop the mantelpiece;

They’re certainly not on a peg next to the door,

And they’re surely not resting in deep pockets

Or even floating in the nearby lake.

You see, there’s a missing person case,

And these keys are necessary to unlocking

This disturbing mystery.

Rules Were Meant to Be Broken

(from Writer’s Digest Poetry Prompts: Write a rules poem…)

Darla plainly enjoyed breaking the rules

Consequently, she did so at school

So her classmates thought her a fool;

Other times, there were the library nooks

Here she’d leave an enormous mess of books

So the librarian thought her a crook;

One day, Darla broke a big rule

She stole a pair of department store shoes

So the fancy company decided to sue;

This problem caused Darla much distress

She felt truly sorry for her offense

Now she believes following the rules makes sense.

Desert Lair of the Dragon

Large, tan dragon wings appear gradually into view

Above a horned head of a golden hue

The creature soars past high cliffs and dark crags

Above a sparse desert valley, it’s long shadow drags

A blue-gray sky is filled with massive clouds

Faced with a fierce storm, the dragon is proud

The great beast sees it’s sizeable lair up ahead

It glides swiftly then lands with it’s wings slightly outspread.

The Mystery of Art

Paintbrush dripping with various

Colors of the rainbow

They splatter the easel

Pink, purple, yellow, green

Falling down like tears

Or avalanches of emotion

The artist thinks creatively

Oblivious to the outside world

Every splotch is meaningful

Yet the shapes are indiscernible

Are they flowers or clouds?

The mysterious purpose of the artist

Will never be solved.

In the Name of Chickens

(from Writer’s Digest Poetry Prompts: Write an “In the Name of Blank” poem…)

Every chicken is as sweet as she can be,

Her very being is full of personality,

She clucks softly when she eats cracked corn,

When it’s time for sleep, she hums a melodic tune,

Every chicken deserves to be cherished and loved,

By a dedicated person who cares enough,

Always remember to treat chickens well,

They’re worth caring for and love can’t be sold.

They’re Alive!: I Ate All of the Vanilla Cupcakes and Now They’re Attacking Me

(from Writer’s Digest Writing Prompt: Use the name of a candle fragrance to inspire your next story-Vanilla Cupcake, etc…)

“Josiah ate all of the vanilla cupcakes again, Mom!” Beverly had had enough of her older brother’s selfishness and was dead set on resolving the matter. As she crossed her small arms tightly against her chest, her entire body from head to toe expressed her intense displeasure. Her mother felt similar feelings of disgust towards Josiah,”I told you to leave a couple of cupcakes for your sister. Now head to your room and think long and hard about why sharing is important. And don’t come out of there until you’re good and ready to apologize.” “Aw geez, Mom,” he exclaimed in the deep frustration only a teenager could emphasize,”I was really hungry!” With his head hanging down, he stomped his feet all the way to his room upstairs. He simply couldn’t understand why his family took matters like this so seriously. Since he saw absolutely nothing wrong with devouring too many cupcakes, he resolved to forget about this problem that, in his mind, wasn’t a problem at all. So he decided to lay in bed, put on some headphones and listen to his favorite music for a while.

After a time, he started to drift off…

At first, everything in front of him was a blur. Then, slowly, his eyes began to adjust to his surroundings. In fact, something massive was looming over him, and this made him feel extremely uncomfortable. It appeared to be a lumpy mound of mashed potatoes or vanilla bean ice cream with big, round, glaring eyes and sharp, gnashing teeth. As his eyes adjusted further, he noticed an entire army of these strange creatures. And they were all staring straight at him with comical yet malicious expressions on their huge, mushy faces. “Do you want to eat us now?” the first one boomed in an angry voice. The rest of them began to close in on Josiah in the most menacing manner as something finally dawned on him. He was conversating with a group of monstrous-sized cupcakes, and they wanted revenge for all of those times he greedily gobbled them up. He steadily began to back up, inch by inch, but he immediately hit the wall. The first cupcake, who seemed to be the leader and spokesperson, told him loudly and maliciously,”Now we’re going to munch on you!”

“Noooooooo!” Josiah yelled at the top of his lungs. As he woke up, he tried desperately to escape his delicious but violent attackers only to realize he’d been dreaming. Taking notice of the bright morning sun streaming peacefully through his window, he lay awake in contemplation. Now that was no ordinary dream, and I’ll never eat more than my share of cupcakes again, he thought to himself.

Moral of the Story: Eating someone else’s cupcakes might be exciting, but the price paid for selfishness won’t be worth it in the end.

In Obedience to the Sun

(from Writer’s Digest Poetry Prompts : Write a service poem…)

The flowers served their master

Who paid them in extravagant jewels and gold;

For their petals were truly exquisite

And their leaves delicate to behold;

The master was the sunlight,

He reigned over all beings on that planet.

The sparkling jewelry was worn by the roses

To enhance their immense beauty;

The poppies would use the glittering gold nuggets

To purchase charming gowns and other lovely things;

One day Master Sunlight vanished,

No one knew why his great light dimmed;

Soon after, the flowers wilted

While fertile lands dried to dust,

Then strong winds blew through the valley,

And the whole planet was dark;

Now strange creatures came out at nighttime

To play shiny flutes and fine violins;

This caused Master Sunlight to burst forth

With sparkling rays of a golden hue;

Quickly, the odd creatures hid underground

As all of the flowers decided to bloom.

Attack on Rainbow Planet

(from Writer’s Digest: Lucky Charms-Write a scene or story that includes a rainbow, etc.)

Rainbows were prevalent almost everywhere on Rainbow Planet. Instead of trees growing in forests, in their places were rainbows. Some were only saplings, just sprouting from the ground, while others were over 50 feet tall and thriving. And, instead of waterfalls, rainbows flowed smoothly down similar to water. The creatures of the woods were even born with brightly colored stripes that never faded as they aged.

In the big city, skyscrapers, automobiles and pedestrians were painted a tasteful rainbow hue. Up above, a multicolored airplane flew past. Inside an upscale restaurant, a waiter was dressed elegantly in the latest colorful designer wear. He brought a platter of rainbow pasta and a colorful vegetable platter to the table of a famous actress. Of course, she was dressed in a glittering gown adorned with every color of the rainbow.

In fact, anyone who chose not to wear rainbow-like colors was sent to a place called Neutral City. Here, offenders were only allowed to wear fashion neutrals including navy, gray, black, khaki, brown and white. After all, adhering to the appropriate color spectrum was the law. This was just the way things were on Rainbow Planet. Further, every upstanding citizen was expected to maintain a pleasant, sunny attitude towards all. That is, until one day, this positive attitude was covered over with an ugly shade of blackness…

There was one nasty citizen who some people were familiar with but others had no clue about. He absolutely despised rainbows and spent all of his free time trying to think up ways to destroy them for forever. His real name was Jeff Jenkenson, but the collective public knew him as Ink Man. Jeff had built a lab in the basement of his own house, and this was where he developed his dark plan.

One day in the not too distant future, Ink Man was flying overhead with his dark red cape billowing behind him. He spotted some ordinary citizens and decided to take out his first order of revenge upon them. Lifting up his giant magical ink pen into the air, he threw black ink blots and lines all over these unsuspecting folk. Following this, there were general shouts of terror and dismay. But Ink Man didn’t care about the feelings of these losers. He continued to squirt black ink all over the buildings, trees, birds and everywhere else.

After the disgraceful attack from Ink Man, the people of Rainbow Planet tried to get the ink stains off of their clothing and skin, but to their utter distress, not one bit would come off. For their skin, they tried to vigorously rub it off and also consult with doctors, but their efforts were in vain. They tried to save their clothing by using bleach, laundry detergent, long soaks and days in the sun, but it was hopeless. Once they finally realized they were cursed to live with these unfashionable stains for all eternity, they decided to change the name of Rainbow Planet to Ink Planet. This is why no one’s discovered this planet in our universe before, because it’s too splotched with inky blots to discern in the blackness that is outer space.