A Poem for my grand-kids:
Jack the little yellow dinosaur
Loved fish sticks for his every meal
He ate them all, then wanted more
To him it was a real big deal
The fish sticks were all gone one day
Jack started to sniffle, wail and cry
Where are my fish sticks he did say
Can’t you make some more, please try
He was so sad and would not eat
He shook his head and said no, no,
I don’t want the veggies or the meat
No fish sticks means I just have to go
So off he went to search the world
Looking for his favorite fish
He followed every lead he heard
And tried out every dish
But no matter what he tried
Be it soft, hard, hot or cold
Whether boiled, cooked, or even fried
He hated it, so I am told
Since fish sticks were always made from fish
Jack thought he should try to find the sea
That had always been his deepest wish
And that is where he now wanted to be
He found a blue shack right by the shore
Where a little blue dinosaur sat at a table
Eating fish sticks, yelling come in, there is more
And that is the happy end of the fable
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2017 16:31
- Comment from author about the poem: My grand-daughter loves fish sticks, so I wrote this poem for her and my other grand-kids. Something on the lighter side!
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Wow! I love this cute tale. I have a little blue dinosaur on my bed side table together with a lamb, a cat and a little mouse that resembles Stuart. I love them. I even talk to them. Those are mine and I don't give them to my granddaughter. Thanks for sharing Fred.
Well Malu, your little blue dinosaur was seen eating fish sticks at the shore shack, together with the little yellow dinosaur!
Yes, so maybe my little blue dinosaur needs a friend. A yellow friend. They have the cutest eyes 👀
I love poems with a happy ending! I'm sure your granddaughter will like it too, Fred.
Thanks Louis, I hope so too, but if they like it too much, then I will have to write a whole bunch more dinosaur stories. 🙂
You may become the next Doctor Spock. (I think that's his name).
....and since my wife already thinks that I never grew up, that may not be a bad thing.
Growing up is overrated!
Such a great fun read - nice one Frank.
Thank you Michael, it is supposed to be fun and also to be understood by little people, so I could not use very complicated words.
Thanks Frank - I've been wondering what a collection of words is called but couldn't find a collective noun. Okay so I'm digressing but it's the middle of the night.
Your collection of words is called a 'comment', and you can call me Fred, but if you insist on Frank, that is ok too! 🙂
Sorry Fred - I've obviously got a mental blockage - a comment - thanks for that.
Enjoyed your poem Fred. I understand Dr. Seuss poems were written in predominantly anapest metric feet (uuS); had the pleasure walking through the Dr. Seuss themed area at Universal Studios a few weeks ago (Orlando) your poem brings this all rushing back to mind.
Thank you so much for reading, Gary! Have to admit though that I just wrote without any regard to any meter or feet. Just put on paper what popped into my head. Edited only two lines, all the rest is first draft. Am sometimes worried to make it worse by over-editing.
Good fun write, I bet your grandkids enjoyed it.
Thank you Goldfinch, they have not seen it yet, her birthday is coming up in October. I guess I will have to write maybe another two or three "dinosaur adventures". My daughter is painting as a hobby and can maybe do some illustrations.
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