Rat and Mole In A Boat On A Moonlit Night
It was a night of a crescent moon
Only sound on the lake was cry of a loon
Mole rowed the boat through reeds and water lilies
Rat smoked a pipe like Grandma of the Hillbillies
A falling star fell in the sky behind the pair
Undoubtedly many wishes were made then and there
Rat had a small lamp attached to his pole
Lighting the way for the boat rowed by Mole
On a nearby lily sat a small frog
As quiet he was as a bump on a log
Behind the boat some distance away
A swan swam as tranquility lay
It was a magical mystical moonlit night
The water was calm and the stars were bright
Friendship was in the air
The boat’s true guiding light.
-A poem written by Christopher
Monday June 7th 2021.
Frosty Snowman and Teddy Bear
Frosty Snowman and Teddy Bear
Amadeus Emanon had been invited to sing an original song for the Christmas concert at Saint Genevieve’s Church which he attended.
“Do you know what he’s going to sing?” Angelique Dumont asked Amadeus’ friend Renfield R. Renfield as they sat in the pews.
“No, I don’t,” Renfield replied.
Amadeus began his introduction to the song, “When I’ve been out walking in my neighbourhood in the evening for the past couple of weeks to look at the Christmas lights, one of the houses I’ve noticed has a sparkling Frosty the Snowman lit up with some sparkling snow flakes. Next to Frosty is a teddy bear that’s carrying a large nicely wrapped Christmas present. It too is lit up. So I’ve written a song about Frosty Snowman and Teddy Bear.”
Amadeus began his song,
“Frosty Snowman, Frosty Snowman,
he is cooler than a ceiling fan,
he’s made of snow
from head to toe
and his carrot nose
has that certain glow.
With buttons for eyes
that hypnotize
his charcoal mouth has never tasted fries
He wears a scarf and several school ties
He smokes a pipe under moonlit skies.
As for Teddy, he’s always ready
to help you bear the unbearable
And though you think his Christmas sweater is unwearable
He wears it just the same
His excuse may be lame
And his pic won’t adorn a frame
But being unique is his game.
He holds a gift nicely wrapped
He looks so fresh having recently napped
He waves hello
With places to go
He’ll wave good-bye
But please don’t cry
He will be back
carrying Santa’s sack.
Frosty Snowman, Teddy Bear
As you see, they’ve got real flair
Come Christmas Eve, you’ll see they care
And please hang your stockings by the chimney somewhere
And please don’t mock Santa’s extra large suit he’ll wear
For he ate too much Mrs. Claus’ cookies on a dare.
-A song, poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday December 15th
2019.
Jack O’ Hare On Saint David’s Day: A Short Poem
Jack O’ Hare On Saint David’s Day: A Short Poem
Saint David’s Day today
Saint David the patron Saint of Wales
Some whales landed on Welsh shores
this Ash Wednesday 2017
claiming him as their Saint
Jack O’ Hare the wild rabbit ate some Welsh rarebit
in celebration.
-A short poem
written by Christopher
Wednesday March 1st
2017.
Halloween Is The Scene: A Poem
Halloween Is The Scene: A Poem
Halloween is the scene
pumpkins orange, Martians green
from headless horseman to flying witch
to skull and crossbones lying in the ditch
It’s a very macabre night
designed to give one lots of fright
ghosts and goblins and ghouls galore
Candies and apples handed out at the door
In the graveyard, not a soul can be found
only the spectre of a giant hound
Sherlock Holmes is now on the scene
and Moriarty is turning green
he’s eaten too much candy trick or treating
and now he’s purging his insides, his heart still beating
Count Dracula stands and laughs
while Frankie and Wolfman are taking baths
Happy Halloween and to all a good night
your horror movie bill is quite the fright!
-A Halloween poem
written by Christopher
Monday October 17th
2016.
Haiku About The Great Pumpkin
Haiku About The Great Pumpkin
Lives in pumpkin patch
rises on Halloween night
Linus alone sees
The Shy Stegosaurus of Cricket Creek: A Poem
The Shy Stegosaurus of Cricket Creek: A Poem
When I was a boy, there was a book that I thought was rather neat
It was The Shy Stegosaurus of Cricket Creek
George was the introverted dinosaur’s name
A great prehistoric fella not seeking fame
He wrecked a small passenger airplane on the ground
mistaking it for pterodactyl- a hypothesis unsound
He met 2 kids and had exciting adventures
He never ran into a T-Rex’s Polygrip dentures
And finally one day he said good-bye
The two children started to cry
And deep into the canyon and off into the sunset he went
Prehistory had met modern in a time well spent.
-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday March 31st
2016.
Hey Little Groundhog: A Poem
Hey Little Groundhog: A Poem
Hey little groundhog, rise up from your sleep
lift your head from the hole and give us all a peep
Hey little groundhog, yes I’m calling you
we all want to know, is this winter through?
On that Candlemas morning, we’ll be watching you
you’re the prognosticator we’ll be listening to
Will it be 6 weeks?
Or early bathing streaks?
We’ll keep our eyes on you
and hope your shadow
isn’t coming out too.
-A poem written by Christopher
Monday February 1st 2016
In a personal message
To the groundhog
when he emerges
to see signs of his shadow
tomorrow February 2nd
Groundhog Day
Jack O’ Hare At The North Pole: A Poem
Jack O’ Hare At The North Pole: A Poem
The rabbit’s name was Jack O’ Hare
he hopped on by a polar bear
He was in the land of midnight dark
listening to the cry of husky bark
His fur now white as Arctic snow
he was a hare who travelled to and fro
Now he was headed to the North Pole
Santa’s toyshop his distant goal
He came to a town with lights aglow
that reflected off the midnight snow
the town’s lights were made of bright candy cane
there was one that stood on every lane
He came to a barber shop with a barber pole
and said to himself “That is the North Pole”
He heard Santa’s voice ringing across the snow
chortling a crisp snowy “Ho-Ho- Ho!”
They were words to which Kim Kardashian might take offense
even though her butt caused the Internet so many dents
Jack O’ Hare said hello
While elves were feeling mellow
they sang a happy song
this little elvish throng
and Jack when he dropped off his Christmas list
stopped to give Mrs. Claus a merry kiss
This caused Santa to fly into a jealous rage
leaving open the reindeer cage
and the flying reindeer were off in a jiff
causing Santa to undergo another tiff
As Santa sent his lasso into the midnight sky
Jack O’ Hare said good-bye
There was Santa on the moon
tripping over fork and spoon
as the cow mooed a cowshed tune.
-A Jack O’ Hare poem
written by Christopher
Sunday December 6th
2015.
Haiku About The Tiger and The Bunny Rabbits In A Friend’s Garden
Haiku About The Tiger And The Bunny Rabbits In A Friend’s Garden
He’s friendly tiger
likes little bunny rabbits
he will not eat them
The Teddy Bear Called Pollygo: A Poem
The Teddy Bear Called Pollygo
There was once a teddy bear called Pollygo
how he got his name? does anyone know?
I know, said the professor with specs on his nose
as he admired the spiral galaxy patterns on his toes,
he put down his nail polish and adjusted his tie,
wiped his glasses as a tear drop fell from his eye.
‘Twas not so long ago, the professor said,
as little Stanislaus lay in his bed,
his aunt entered his bedroom through the door
and put a teddy bear by the bed on the floor.
The aunt smiled and said, That’s a gift for you, little Stanislaus
for helping us to milk the family cow.
She left the room and closed the door
and Stanislaus looked at the teddy bear on the floor.
But alas! Polly the parrot
He could not bear it
this little teddy on the floor
competition for his little amour.
So Polly shouted, Teddy looks stupid! Teddy looks stupid!
Then flew over and sat on the statue of Cupid.
Furious Stanislaus shouted, Polly go!
And the parrot scattered like a buckshot ridden crow.
And from that day onward the teddy bear was known as Pollygo
so now follow the story as along I go.
The Professor continued his tale
as outside his living room window jumped up a whale
for the professor had a beach front home
and his windows were cleaned daily by sparkling sea foam.
Now when Stanislaus grew up and joined the Army
and ended up perishing in Lake Killarney
Pollygo came to live with me
he was my constant companion for tea
even though not a single drop ever passed his lips
All the while I was taking constant sips
So possibly a tea toddler he was not
but not even a whiskey seemed to hit the spot
It seemed that neither food nor drink he would touch
and as for physical exercise- he did not much.
So Pollygo sits there up on the shelf
looking the part of a wee furry elf.
But his exploits are many
and my thoughts for a penny
Someday I will tell you them all
But meantime I’m late for the town’s costume ball.
-A Narrative Poem
About Pollygo The Teddy Bear
written by Christopher
Friday May 22nd
2015.
Stay tuned to this blog for more poems about the exciting exploits of Pollygo the Teddy Bear.
Dracul Van Helsing 
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