The personal space of Jen

Don't sit inside.
Go grab your shoes.
Pick a pair
They come in twos.

Slip them on
Your tender feet.
Let's go marching
Down the street.

We'll run,
We'll jump,
We'll skip,
We'll hop.
We'll dance
And spin
Just like a top.

We'll stomp,
We'll splash,
We'll squish
We'll squash
Through a puddle,
Our shoes will slosh.

Oh, what fun things
Your feet can choose.
Outside, inside
A pair of shoes.

I feel like hugging a tree
The big pine
At the edge of my yard
Next to the road
But I thought the neighbors might see
Or a car might drive by
And they'd think I'd lost it.

I feel like having a beer
But it's ten o'clock in the morning
On a Tuesday
So I made another pot of coffee instead

Maybe it's the unusual warm weather
For January's usual cold bite
I think I like global warming
Maybe it's not such a bad thing

I have a strange feeling
Rumbling about
In my gut
I can't put my finger on it
But I feel it stirring
Gaining momentum

I feel like
Something is going to happen
Not necessarily bad
Just something
I wish I was psychic
So I could talk to the dead
And know the answers

They rang
I smiled
They said,
"Trick or Treat!"
I laughed
They giggled
I gave them a sweet.

They sort
I search
They say,
"Mom get your own!"
I smile and sigh
Cause soon they'll be grown.

If I were you,
I wouldn't be me.
If you were me,
You wouldn't be you.
If you weren't you
And I wasn't me,
Who would be you
And who would be me?

I smell a smelly smell
That follows me all day.
This smell that I’ve been smelling,
Never seems to go away.

I smell it over breakfast.
I smell it eating lunch.
I smell it during recess.
My smellers got a hunch.

This smell that I’ve been smelling
Is as smelly as can be.
I think my smellers trying to say,
That smelly smell is me.

School Lunch

Our schools lunch is grotesque;
It ate a hole right through my desk.

Monday’s menu made me shudder,
Snot Dog on a Bun.
Tator Rots with Catsoup
And screamed beans on the run.

Tuesday’s choice stunk up the school,
Hot Tomato Poop.
Toasted Sneeze Sandwich with Apple Slop,
Served in one giant scoop.

Wednesday’s lunch cured my toes,
Chicken’s Fingers with Deadly Dipping Sauce.
Nibbled Corn and Watersmellon,
That’s sure to cause memory loss.

Thursday’s creation caused a sensation,
Hamboogers with French Flies.
Slimed Pears and Gooberry Muffins,
To try it would be unwise.

Friday’s choice was the worst,
Poopcorn Chicken Bites.
Broccoli with Wheeze Sauce
And Fresh Garbage Salad,
Endangering human rights.

My mom said, “I shouldn’t whine.
The food they cook is just fine.”
Because I was rude
And mocked their food,
She packs me
Peanut Butter and Smelly.

Shoes, shoes, shoes,
Walking down the street.
Every where you look
There’s shoes on people’s feet.

Lots of different shoes,
For dressing up your feet.
So many styles to choose
For your feet to greet.

Big boots for stomping.
Tiny booties for baby’s feet.
High heels for dancing
And flip flops for summer’s heat.

So pick a pair of shoes
And put them on your feet.
Let your shoes meet other shoes
As you’re walking down the street.

You hear that special song?
You know it won’t be long.
You hear it getting clearer?
You know it’s getting nearer.

Get up and move your feet.
It’s coming down your street.
You’d better have a buck.

Here comes the little truck.

Hear the people shout and cheer,
"The Ice Cream Man!
The Ice Cream Man!
The Ice Cream Man is here!"

Swing, swing,

Swinging on a swing,

Singing, swing-a-ling-a-ling!

Singing as you swing.

Ding, dong,

Sing a swinging song.

Let’s swing and sing along,

Singing, swing-a-ding-a-dong!

Sing, swing,

Everybody sing,

Swing-a-ding-a-ling!

Singing as you swing.