Adrift
My mouse turned one year old today,
So I bought her a gift.
A balloon, what a bad idea!
My mouse is now adrift.
My mouse turned one year old today,
So I bought her a gift.
A balloon, what a bad idea!
My mouse is now adrift.
In his Junior year attending Rhyming UniNursery, Father Duck met an enchanting pig named Katrina. He immediately fell in love. Following is a poem and illustration Father Duck created for a valentine to win the heart of his divine swine.
The rose is red, the violet’s blue,
The skunk doth stink, and so do you.
I’ll plug my nose, if you’ll be mine
Won’t thou be my Valenswine?
Thy pudgy face, it’s got me shaken,
Thou art so hot, you should be bacon.
I’ll love you forever, my dear pork rind,
Won’t thou be my Valenswine?
Sadly, Katrina squealed and waddled wee wee wee wee all the way home, leaving Father Duck heart broken andwondering “where did I go wrong?”
Oh Bob. You and your breathe. Bob, one of Father Duck’s classmates at Rhyming Uninursery, had a strange hunger for onions. Father Duck wrote this poem in hopes that Bob would take note and fix his problem. Mother Goose would later steal his idea, adapting it for Jack Be Nimble.
Bob be hungry,
Bob be dense,
Bob ate onions
And now needs mints.
This is an initial character sketch for a children’s book I hope to write and illustrate this year.
Before there was Mary and her little lamb, Father Duck told the tale of Larry, and his giant pig. A cautionary tale of the dangers of taking your pet pig to school.
Larry had a giant pig,
Its butt was fat and wide;
And everywhere that Larry went,
The pig gave him a ride.
He rode him to school one day,
Which wasn’t very cool.
For when he went to lunch.
They fed him to the school.
With all the silly happenings lately with this blog, I thought this would be a great time to share a more serious side of myself. So without further adieu, I give you A Poem of Lo…hey! Who let that pig in here? What are you doing pig? Hey, You can’t do that. OUCH, you just did that! Wait. HELP! HELLLLLLP……
Hi. Mr. Pigworth here. Todd Pigworth. I must informed you that Mr. Duckworth won’t be able to shared his lovely poem. He is hog tied at the moment. So in his absence, I presented to you a favorite poem of Todd. It is about me, Todd. Without further doo-doo, I give you….A Poem of Todd.
By Todd Pigworth: “I writed it myself”

Hello there,
My name is Todd.
I admit
I’m very odd.
I fish for soup
Instead of cod.
I trim my clothes
I dress in sod.
And my sod
Is very mod.
I wear it here
Upon my bod.
I spit out peas
And eat the pod.
For hair I have
A dowsing rod.
So am I odd?
Yes, you can nod.
I know I am,
My name is Todd.