KIDS VERSE

Long ago, when I was coaching Little League baseball and youth basketball, and when I was umpiring and officiating, I wrote a manuscript of children's poetry in the spirit of Shel Silverstein and Jack Prelutzky. That manuscript, with the changing technology of computers and storage devices, is long gone. I've tried a couple of times to try to recreate what was in that collection, but I haven't gotten anywhere near where I was. So here are just a few attempts from the second round.

All Eyes Are Upon Me

All eyes are upon me.
I wonder what they see.
Please tell me now what it could be.

All eyes are upon me.
I stand here nervously.
I want to run, but I can't flee.

All eyes are upon me.
I'm getting all sweaty,
And there's a buckle in my knee.

All eyes are upon me;
Heart's beating rapidly.
I can't take this staring, oh gee.

All eyes are upon me.
Tell you one thing promptly?
And then I can run away free?

All eyes are upon me.
I'll answer happily.
Why am I eight with a goatee?

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Just Stop

Stop ahead.
Hmm.

For that matter -
Stop a neck,
Stop an arm,
Stop a hand,
Stop a leg,
Stop a foot.

Yikes.
Stop it already!

Just stop.

Painful Picture

Get your picture taken.
Please, please, please.

Smile at the birdie.
Cheese, cheese, cheese.

See spots before your eyes.
Flash, flash flash.

Walk into the wall.
Ouch, ouch, ouch.

Grapes for Your Thoughts

I can offer you some grapes,
for I don't have any pennies,
to know what you are thinking.

What's on your mind, do tell.
Apes or capes or crapes or drapes?
Wait, shouldn't that be crepes?

Maybe there's nothing, really,
But scapes or scrapes or shapes.
Darn, you can still have some grapes.

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