Monday, February 7, 2011

My Mother's Chocolate Valentine

My Mother's Chocolate Valentine
by Jack Prelutsky

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I bought a box of chocolate hearts,
a present for my mother,
they looked so good I tasted one,
and then I tried another.


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They both were so delicious
that I ate another four,
and then another couple,
and then half a dozen more.


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I couldn't seem to stop myself,
I nibbled on and on,
before I knew what happened
all the chocolate hearts were gone.


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I felt a little guilty,
I was stuffed down to my socks,
I ate my mother's valentine...
I hope she likes the box.

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If you ate all your mother's chocolates, you could always get her a bracelet instead. She'd probably like it a lot.

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Friday, February 4, 2011

When Irish Cats are Purring

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When Irish cats are purring,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the tabbies sing.

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When Irish cats are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish cats are purring,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

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Have your heart stolen here.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Two Renegade Sheep

When sheep are born, their job options are limited.  Make wool.  Make dinner.  Go baa baa baa.  Or be counted during insomnia exercises.  When Merwin and Irving were born, their parents presented the options and let the boys choose.

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Merwin was all for the baa baa baa option, but Irving really thought he'd prefer making sweaters.  It sounded like a lot of fun: rolling balls of wool, choosing colors... He took lessons from one of Kliban's cats.

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Irving started with a dog sweater. 

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The dog never forgave him.

Merwin, meanwhile, was having a grand old time leaping around saying baa baa baa.  He only took a brief break, and that was to inform Irving that sheep don't knit.  Instead, they give up their wooly coats so others can make sweaters.  Irving asked to see the list of job opportunities again.

Making dinner seemed like a nice creative outlet, so Irving bought himself an apron.

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Then he went on Amazon and ordered a pile of cookbooks.

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While paging through recipes, he saw a photo that horrified him.

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Not wishing to occupy a pan with a head of garlic and some potatoes, Irving again asked to see the list of job opportunities.  He asked Merwin how the baa baa baa-ing was working out.

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Merwin admitted it was kind of dull, and also kind of lonely.  He was thinking of jumping career tracks, and was hoping for a gig that involved travel.  He mentioned that he'd really like to do something with his brother.  And, he added, he would prefer to work nights.

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Merwin and Irving consulted Craigslist, looking for the perfect job.  Despite the economic recession, there were some night positions available.

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That very night they started as sheep counted by anyone with a sleep disorder.

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Since there were just the two of them, they specialized in people with light sleep disorders, who could doze off after counting two sheep.

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They slept all day and lived happily ever after.

 If you need two sheep, Merwin and Irving can be found here.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

I Love You More Than Applesauce

I Love You More Than Applesauce
by Jack Prelutsky

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I love you more than applesauce,
Than peaches and a plum,
Than chocolate hearts,
And cherry tarts,
And berry bubble-gum.

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I love you more than lemonade,
And seven-layer cake,
Than lollipops,
And candy drops,
And thick vanilla shake.

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I love you more than marzipan,
Than marmalade on toast;
For I love pies
Of any size,
But I love you the most.

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LOVEly earrings here.

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