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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 3:44 am

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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 3:46 am

When Frankenstein Was Just a Kid


When Frankenstein was just a kid,
he ate his greens. It's true. He did!
He ate his spinach, salads, peas,
asparagus, and foods like these,
and with each leaf and lima bean
his skin became a bit more green.

On chives and chard he loved to chew,
and Brussels sprouts and peppers too,
until he ate that fateful bean
that turned his skin completely green.
He turned all green, and stayed that way,
and now he frightens folks away.

Poor Frankenstein, his tale is sad,
but things need not have been so bad.
It's fair to say, if only he
had eaten much less celery,
avoided cabbage, ate no kale,
why, then, we'd have a different tale.

So, mom and dad, I'm here to say
please take these vegetables away
or my fate could be just as grim.
Yes, I could end up green like him.
So, mom and dad, before we dine,
please give a thought to Frankenstein.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 3:47 am

My Nostril Smells Awesome


My nostril smells awesome inside of my nose,
a bit like the bloom of a newly-picked rose.
It started this morning--I couldn't say why--
and all day it's smelled like banana cream pie.

It has the aroma of freshly-baked bread
with hot melted butter and blackberry spread,
and maybe the breeze of a warm afternoon,
that follows a thunderstorm early in June.

It smells like a pine forest, right by a lake,
and chocolate chip cookies my mom likes to bake,
like kettle corn pop-popping over a fire,
and laundry, the moment it's out of the dryer.

My nostril smells awesome, so I have a plan
to sit and enjoy it as long as I can.
Don't ask how it happened; I really can't say.
Perhaps it's my finger that's smelling this way.
--Kenn Nesbitt

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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 3:48 am

Peter Passed a Note Today


Peter passed a note today.
He gave the note to Anna.
She opened it and read it,
then she passed it on to Hannah.

The note made Hannah giggle
so she handed it to Cody,
who read it with a smile before
he slid the note to Brody.

Then Brody read the contents
and he gave it to Luann,
who opened it and chuckled
and directed it to Dan.

He read it with a snicker,
then he tossed the note to Jon
who couldn't help but chortle
as he passed it on to Sean.

The teacher heard us laughing
and she saw what Sean was holding.
She walked across the room
and took the note he was unfolding.

We thought we'd get in trouble,
but she gave it back to Sean
and smiled because it read,
"The teacher's awesome. Pass it on."
--Kenn Nesbitt


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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 3:49 am

My Elephant Thinks I'm Wonderful


My elephant thinks I'm wonderful.
My elephant thinks I'm cool.
My elephant hangs around with me
and follows me into school.

My elephant likes the way I look.
He thinks that I'm fun and smart.
He thinks that I'm kind and generous
and have a terrific heart.

My elephant thinks I'm brave and bold.
He's proud of my strength and guts.
But mostly he likes the way I smell.
My elephant thinks I'm nuts.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 3:50 am

I Wake Today


I wake today,
get out of bed,
then stretch and yawn
and scratch my head.

I find my clothes.
I pull them on
while stifling
another yawn.

I grab a breakfast
bar for fuel,
and hoist my pack
and head to school.

When I arrive
I'm truly shocked.
The lights are off.
The door is locked.

I check my watch.
It's me, not them.
I woke too soon.
It's 4am.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 3:50 am

The Tiger and the Zebra


The tiger phoned the zebra
and invited him to dine.
He said "If you could join me
that would simply be divine."
The zebra said "I thank you,
but respectfully decline.
I heard you ate the antelope;
he was a friend of mine."

On hearing this the tiger cried
"I must admit it's true!
I also ate the buffalo,
the llama and the gnu.
And yes I ate the warthog,
the gazelle and kangaroo,
but I could never eat a creature
beautiful as you.

"You see I have a secret
I'm embarrassed to confide:
I look on you with envy
and a modicum of pride.
Of all the creatures ever known,"
the tiger gently sighed,
"It seems we are the only two
with such a stripy hide.

"Now seeing how we share this
strong resemblance of the skin,
I only can conclude that we are
just as close as kin.
This means you are my brother
and, though fearsome I have been,
I could not eat my brother,
that would surely be a sin."

The zebra thought, and then replied
"I'm certain you are right.
The stripy coats we both possess
are such a handsome sight!
My brother, will you let me
reconsider if I might?
My calendar is empty so
please let us dine tonight."

The tiger met the zebra in
his brand-new fancy car
and drove him to a restaurant
which wasn't very far.
And when they both were seated
at a table near the bar,
the zebra asked "What's on the grill?"
The tiger said "You are."

"But please, you cannot dine on me!"
the outraged zebra cried.
"To cook me up and eat me
is a thing I can't abide.
You asked me for your trust
and I unwarily complied.
You said you could not eat me
now you plan to have me fried?"

"And what about the envy
and the modicum of pride?
And what of us as brothers
since we share a stripy hide?"
"I'm sorry," said the tiger
and he smiled as he replied,
"but I love the taste of zebra
so, in other words, I lied."

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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 3:52 am

Don't bother any butterflies.


Don't bother any butterflies.
Give ladybugs no grief.
Don't irritate the inchworm
as it strolls along the leaf.

Do not besiege the bumblebee
or set upon the fly.
If a spider walks beside you
let the spider sidle by.

Try not to plague the locust.
Let the caterpillar pass.
Investigate no anthill
with your magnifying glass.

Don't terminate the termite
or antagonize the flea.
If a beetle is before you,
let it be, yeah, let it be.

If you should come across a bug
you now know what to do,
for if you do not bug the bug
the bug will not bug you.


--Kenn Nesbitt


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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 3:56 am

Horror Movie Marathon



My brother had the TV on
a horror movie marathon.
He watched "The Blob," "The Thing," "The Fly,"
and then "The Brain That Wouldn't Die."

He watched "The Bride of Frankenstein"
and "Halloween: Parts Eight and Nine".
Then "Monsters From Beyond the Moon"
and "Creature From the Black Lagoon."

He stayed awake throughout the night.
His eyes are glazed, he's ghostly white.
He's looking like a nervous heap.
He's much too scared to go to sleep.

He's panic-stricken, pale as death.
He's shivering and short of breath.
So won't you tell me, anyone,
just how come he has all the fun?


--Kenn Nesbitt

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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 4:00 am

The Horsemen are Headless this Evening


The horsemen are headless this evening.
The werewolves are howling and hairy.
The mummies are rising from out of their crypts.
The vampires are equally scary.

The trolls are pugnacious and plodding.
The goblins are grinning and green.
The ogres are rabid and running amok.
The ghosts can just barely be seen.

The banshees are wailing and moaning.
The zombies are dragging their feet,
and gremlins engaging in mischievous fun
are dancing around in the street.

With such evil creatures abounding,
I don't know what I'm gonna do,
'cause Mom made my Halloween costume this year
and dressed me as Winnie-the-Pooh.


--Kenn Nesbitt

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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 4:03 am

Advice from Dracula:-

Don't ever dine with Frankenstein;
He feasts on flaming turpentine.
He chomps and chews on soles of shoes,
and quaffs down quarts of oily ooze.
At suppertime he'll slurp some slime.
He's known to gnaw on gristly grime.
His meals of mud and crispy crud
will curl your hair and chill your blood.
His poison, pungent, putrid snacks
may cause you seizures and attacks.
Your hair may turn completely white.
You may pass out or scream in fright.
Your skin will crawl.
Your throat will burn.
Your eyes will bulge.
Your guts will churn.
Your teeth will clench.
Your knees will shake.
Your hands will sweat.
Your brain will bake.
You'll cringe and cry.
You'll moan and whine.
You'll feel a chill
run down your spine.
You'll lose your lunch.
You'll lose your head.
So come...
and dine with ME instead.


--Kenn Nesbitt

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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 4:07 am

I'm Not Afraid of the Dark


Oh, I'm not afraid of the darkness.
I don't mind an absence of light.
I can't say I'm scared of the sunset
or things that go "bump" in the night.

I've never been frightened of monsters
or tentacles under my bed.
Not skeletons, witches or goblins
or creatures come back from the dead.

I'm not at all worried of werewolves,
or even a vampire's bite.
I'm simply not scared of the darkness,
except when you turn off the light.


--Kenn Nesbitt

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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 4:10 am

Breakfast in Bed


This morning I made my mom breakfast in bed.
I tried to be careful, but burnt all the bread.
I tried to make sure that the coffee was hot,
by boiling the bit left in yesterday's pot.

I charred a few pancakes, potatoes, and grits.
The sausage, I seared into smoldering bits.
I made her some muffins like miniature coals,
and roasted a package of cinnamon rolls.

I scorched several servings of hamburger hash,
and microwaved bacon until it was ash.
I blackened a bagel, which started to smoke.
The smoke alarm sounded. My mother awoke.

I think she was panicked. Her eyes filled with dread.
I proudly presented her breakfast in bed.
She grimaced, then silently counted to ten,
and asked me to never make breakfast again.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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Post by neurosonic on Wed Jun 10, 2009 4:13 am

There's a Witch Outside My Window


There's a witch outside my window
and she will not go away.
There's a gremlin on my doorstep
and I think he's there to stay.

There's a troll demanding candy
and a mummy wanting sweets.
There's a ghost, a ghoul, a goblin
and they're clamoring for treats.

And as if that weren't enough
to be considered rather shocking.
A vampire rang my doorbell
and the bogeyman is knocking.

My abode is now surrounded
by the recently deceased,
They're in search of gum and chocolate


on which they plan to feast.

It's the strangest situtation
that I think I've ever seen.
How I wish they'd go away
and just come back on Halloween.



--Kenn Nesbitt

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Post by Dark Soul on Wed Jun 10, 2009 8:31 pm

Wow!
A huge collection!
Wonderful poems by Kenn.
Thanks alot for the share!

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Post by neurosonic on Fri Jun 19, 2009 11:46 pm

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