Have You Ever Eaten Off The Floor?

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Today is the 30th and final day of my 30-day poetry-writing spree. I would like to say it has been a blast! Though challenging and more work than I initially intended. After beginning my quest, a need to add accompanying pictures and videos came shining through. This, of course, made perfect sense. So, I decided to take those tasks on as well.

You can check out all 30 of the April 2013 poem-a-day offerings to share in my adventure; and if you are an adult, don't forget to share with a kid (or two... or three... or more!).

So now... without further ado… I give you the 30th April 2013 Poetry Month poem…

Have You Ever Eaten Off The Floor?

Ever dropped a potato chip

Light and salty and crisp

Right on the floor

In front of your feet

Making you yell with a lisp

Candy bar ever flip from your hand

Soon as you tore off the wrap

Reached to grab it

Quick as you could

Still it slipped down from your lap

Whenever it is

Whatever that falls

We rebuff to toss bonbons in trash

The idea of fingers tossing yum deserts

Conjures acts of performing things rash

Since no one wants goodies to go to waste

While tongues salivate to savor a taste

When accidental spills we bechance to face 

Eating by default should not yield poor taste

In other words - when a yum goodie falls

Down to the ground making you sore

Long as it’s gum candy or chips

If no need exists to lift with your lips

Choose if you like to eat from the floor

You know what this means

If it doesn’t cause slips

Or splash like soda drippidy drips

There is no need to skippity skip

Little floor-eating nippity nips

Devour those goodies

Pay heed to these tips

Written by R. Renée Bembry
April 30, 2013 (Updated 5/9/2013)

I hope you enjoyed this silly poem about eating off the floor. You can leave a poem of your own, especially one about eating from the floor, in the comments section below. Plus, don't forget you can help a kid leave a poem for me and others to read in the comments section as well...

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Why Is Kitty in the Flower Pot?

Today is number 29 of my 30-day poetry-writing spree and in one day, I will be finished with this challenge!

Today’s poem delves into the doings of a kitty cat as it moves about the home during a normal day of mischief and curiosity. So now... without further delay... I give you the poem…

Why Is Kitty In The Flowerpot?

Why is kitty in the flowerpot

Napping on dirt and not her cot

Scratching roots making them rot

Eating leaves master just bought

Trying to hide and not get caught

Why is kitty playing in the sink

Sliding round like in a roller rink

Licking faucet spout to get a drink

With its little tongue all rough and pink

Tell me now what do you think

Why is kitty chasing the mole

It always escapes in the ground hole

Kitty might as well just take a stroll

Climb a pointed tree stake poll

Make that an attainable goal

Why is kitty watching TV

Like she knows everything she sees

Crank the sound still she won’t flee

Just sits there quite happily

Kitty must be filled with glee

Written by R. Renée Bembry 
April 29, 2013

I hope you enjoyed this silly poem about a kitty and its adventures. You can leave a poem of your own, especially one about kitties, in the comments section below; and don't forget you can help a kid leave a poem for me and others to read in the comments section as well...

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When Squirrel Collected Acorns

Today is number 28 of my 30-day poetry-writing spree and things are still going well.

Today’s offering involves happenings when a squirrel collects acorns from beneath an old oak tree. I will come back to add pictures later…

For now… I give you the poem…

When Squirrel Collected Acorns

Acorn after acorn loosened and fell
From branches of the old oak tree

Plopping to the ground like brown rain balls

The seeds landed in sight of a harvesting squirrel


Quicker than a flea could jump from fur

The squirrel began scooping scattered seeds

Stuffing acorn after acorn into its jaw

Pushing the seeds into its mouth with a paw


Eventually, all that could fit had fit—

Up the tree squirrel dashed to store his stash

When suddenly he felt an unexpected rash

Itching his skin—deep beneath his soft gray coat


Pausing to scratch the itch in his back

Scratching proved impossible because of where it was at

So he rubbed his back against gray tree bark

Summoning a million crickets to Yellow Stone Park

Written by R. Renée Bembry
April 28, 2013

I hope you enjoyed this silly poem about a squirrel. You can leave a poem of your own, especially one about squirrels, in the comments section below. Plus, don't forget you can help a kid leave a poem for me and others to read in the comments section as well...

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A Monkey Broke Out Of A Zoo

Today is number 27 of my 30-day quest to pen a poem a day in recognition of April poetry month for 2013. With only three days to go, I am well on my way to completing my goal!

Today’s poem involves a chain of events that occur as the results of a monkey breaking out of a zoo. I will add more to this one later, but for now, I give you...

A Monkey Broke Out Of A Zoo

A monkey broke out of the zoo

Decked out in blue jeans and bamboo

Shimmied up a pole

Took out a sweet roll

And ate it from a silver bowl

The empty bowl fell to the ground

Bopping the hard head of a hound

Who angrily barked

Thereby frightening a lark

That hastily flapped to a park


In the park stood a kangaroo

As tall as the Wall of Berlin

It hopped on the bird

That bounced like a nerd

Landing on planet Saturn

Written by R. Renée Bembry

© April 27, 2013

Hope you enjoyed this poem about a monkey. You can leave a poem of your own, especially one about birthdays, in the comments section below; and don't forget you can help a kid leave a poem for me and others to read in the comments section as well...

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So, It’s Your Birthday…

Today is number 26 of my 30-day quest to pen a poem a day in recognition of April poetry month for 2013. With only four days to go, I am well on my way to completing my goal!

Today’s poem draws on a girl’s 13^th birthday. I penned it to print on a birthday card for a special girl in my family.

Thus, in honor of this special girl, I give you the poem...

So, It’s Your Birthday…

So, it’s your birthday and you’re turning thirteen

Mimicking a princess growing into a queen

Trading pretend play with dolls

For hanging out at shopping malls

Shaking a tail at dancing halls

Still you like to chew gumballs

Yes, it’s your birthday and you’re no longer a tween

Even more than ever, you may strive to look pristine

Everyday you love to preen

Dolling up your hair with sheen

Just in case you should be seen

Starring in pictures on big screens

Although it’s your birthday and you’ve just become a teen

Knowing from your mother’s arms, you’ll soon begin to wean

There’s no reason to be scared

‘Cause you’ve got a great big dad

Always ready and prepared

To ward off eager lads

Written by R. Renée Bembry

© April 26, 2013

Hope you enjoyed this poem about a girl’s thirteenth birthday. You can leave a poem of your own, especially one about birthdays, in the comments section below; and don't forget you can help a kid leave a poem for me and others to read in the comments section as well...

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Wiggly Apple Worm

Today is number 25 of my 30-day quest to pen a poem a day in recognition of April poetry month for 2013. With only five days to go, I am well on my way to completing my goal!

Today’s humorous poem draws on worms in apples syndrome. Anyone that eats apples, especially fresh picked from the tree, eventually will come across a worm enjoying the fleshy fruit ahead of the human.

And now… without further ado, I give you the poem...

Wiggly Apple Worm

Wiggly Apple Worm penetrated the skin

Digging deeply into sweet fleshy fruit

Eating its way down to the core

Of a zesty apple still ripening

On a newly grown tender tree branch

One warm summer afternoon

Wiggly’s apple pick—

A great looking Granny Smith

I had been planning

To harvest and devour myself as soon as

The tree’s nourishment

Permitted the orb to grow a wee bit larger

Apparently, all the while I

Kept a watchful eye on the apple

The worm, who lives out of doors,

Held an attentive eye on me—

His competition—thus allowing himself

To beat me to the punch—to

Jump the proverbial gun

Once the apple of our eye reached its peak

Written by R. Renée Bembry

© April 25, 2013

Hope you enjoyed this silly humorous poem about worms crawling in worms. You can leave a poem of your own, especially one about apple worms, in the comments section below; and don't forget you can help a kid leave a poem for me and others to read in the comments section as well...

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My ToeNail Got Stuck in the Door Lock

Today is number 24 of my 30-day quest to pen a poem a day in recognition of April poetry month for 2013. With only six days remaining, I am well on my way to completing my goal!

Today’s humorous poem delves into toenail cutting, or a lack thereof... After all... What toenail would subject itself to a clipping if it could find a way to escape the trimming...?

So without further ado, I give you the poem...

My ToeNail Got Stuck in the Door Lock

Toenails... Gotta cut 'em

Or face winding up like this...

I had not cut my toenails

Seems like for about a year

'Cause every time I grabbed clippers

My toes cried out in fear

Until the day, I formed a scheme—

Hid clippers in my socks

Held them near my cold bare feet

Sneakily like a fox

My plan was to clip the nails

While my toes were not be looking

I wanted them to think we’d run

Downstairs to eat Mom’s cooking

Pretending to slip on a sock

One nail saw clippers shining

Then kicked them 'cross the room toward

The door where Dad was dining

But not before they squeezed real hard

Against a big toenail

Clipping it clean off my left toe

That screamed like no tomorrow

Startling me yet again—once more

Forbidding me to groom—what a chore

Still none of that bore importance for—

Nail had flown into the door

That is… Nail had flown into the door—

But—not exactly the flat door

‘Twas more like in the door lock hole

Yes—My toenail got stuck in the door lock!

Written by R. Renée Bembry

© April 24, 2013

Hope you enjoyed this silly humorous poem about toenail clipping.

You can leave a poem of your own, especially one about toenails, in the comments section below; and don't forget you can help a kid leave a poem for me and others to read in the comments section as well...

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Something Smells Fishy In Here!

Today is number 23 of my 30-day quest to pen a poem a day in recognition of April poetry month 2013. With a mere seven days left in this venture, I am well on my way to completing my goal!

Today’s poem teases about fish odors… or perhaps that is aromas… You be the judge…

Something Smells Fishy In Here

Something smells fishy in here

Can’t be the peanut butter

It reeks more like a gutter

Stinks even worse than brother

Something smells fishy in here

Can’t be the fresh picked flowers

The minutes or the hours

The red raspberry sours

Something smells fishy in here

Can’t be my green jelly beans

Sweet chewy royally green

Spurs me to feel like a queen

Something smells fishy in here

Not folded paper airplanes

Not shiny clean windowpanes

Or rooster red weather vanes

Something smells fishy in here

Not pizza or calzone

Salami or boloney

The foods I eat smell yummy

Something smells fishy in here

Maybe it’s clams for chowder

Flounder in chili powder

Red salmon in wheat flour

Something smells fishy in here

Well least it ain’t potatoes

Just picked garden tomatoes

Or nacho cheese with bagels

Written by R. Renée Bembry

© April 23, 2013



Hope you enjoyed this poem about fish smells and other things.

You can leave a poem of your own, especially one about fish, in the comments section below; and don't forget you can help a kid leave a poem for me and others to read in the comments section as well...

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Preparing To Eat A Cupcake

Today is number 22 of my 30-day quest to pen poetic verses in recognition of April poetry month 2013. My intent is to write at least one poem every day and currently I am still ahead of the game since I penned two pieces on one of my posting days. In case you are wondering, I posted Finger Pricking Cactus in this blog and the other extra poem, Heartache Mountain, at another one of my sites.

At any rate... today’s offering involves eating… or at least preparing to eat a cupcake… So… without further ado... Here is the poem…

Preparing To Eat A Cupcake

Prepare to eat a cupcake

Open your mouth too wide

Ready your teeth for sinking

Into frosting with pride

Eyes already tasting

Flavors of cake paste

Chocolate lemon vanilla

Try not to gulp in haste

Oh yeah and the confetti

Colorful candy bits

Flavors excite your taste buds

Leads your tongue to fits

Prior to taking a bite—

Pulling at paper fan

Your throat yearns in delight

Simply because it can

Written by R. Renée Bembry

© April 22, 2013

Hope you enjoyed this poem about getting ready to eat a cupcake.

You can leave a poem of your own, especially one about cupcakes, in the comments section below; and don't forget you can help a kid leave a poem for me and others to read in the comments section as well...

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Little Man the Scarecrow

Today is number 21 of my 30-day journey to pen poetic verses during April poetry month. My intent is to write at least one poem every day and right now I am still ahead of the game since I penned two pieces on one of my posting days. In case you are wondering, one of those poems, Finger Pricking Cactus, was posted in this blog and the other, Heartache Mountain, posted at another one of my sites.

At any rate... today’s offering involves a man transitioning into a scarecrow… So… Without further ado... Here is today's poem…

Little Man the Scarecrow

A finger flung out from her hand

After plucking the pitiful little man

Whose limp miniscule body

Caved like fragile spaghetti straws

Strewn across linoleum tiles as each left her claw


She hastily swept the scattered grain

With broomsedge tethered and called the same

Into neat, yet separate rectangular piles

Except for the square heap she would later file


Gathering a shirt and pants and socks

She slid the rectangles in their mending smocks

‘Cept the square she glued and plastered together

Then rounded its edges in an egg-shaped manner


Shelled almonds for eyes she glued ‘neath the forehead

Crooked peanut for a nose she pasted instead

Then came the jacket over sticks tied in a T

That encased the arms and enclosed the body


Once binding the legs with a belt through eight pant loops

She stuck on red plastic resembling lips

Just below the peanut serving as an air snout

Then off to the backyard to plants called rose hips

She staked the straw man to the ground with vice grips

To scare away crows swooping down for seed snips

Written by R. Renée Bembry
April 21, 2013

Hope you enjoyed this poem that transitioned a man into a scarecrow!

You can leave a poem of your own, especially one about scarecrows, in the comments section below; and don't forget you can help a kid leave a poem for me and others to read in the comments section as well...

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Newly Born Genie

Today is number 20 of my 30-day poetry-writing spree and things are still going well.

I decided to write a poem about a chocolate brownie but it turned into a poem about genies… :}

I will do more with this poem and pictures later...

Newly Born Genie

So… he was eating a chocolate fudge brownie

Which of course looked all dark and delicious

When a chocolate morsel genie

Sprung from the auburn frosting and asked,

“What would you say if I granted you three wishes?”


Unsure his eyes truly were awake and not dreaming

The hot cocoa next to the brownie truly was steaming

And the sun rays warming the room truly were beaming

He placed a hand in front of his mouth and whispered,

“I would wish for you to grant me as many wishes as I can make.”


Immediately scanning the room seeking reactions

Finger pointing—raised eyebrows—crazy stares

From clueless café dwellers seated at tables unaware

That a genie eagerly stood on his dinnerware

Astonishment overcame his surprise as beings from each table—

With each, table seating four

Times a million or perhaps more tables filling the floor

Yes, the beings turned to face him laughed and chorused,

“Genies do not grant wishes to fellow genies…”

You see because although he was not asleep

He was a newly born genie…

Written by R. Renée Bembry
April 20, 2013

Penning this poem just in time to post it prior to the nightly deadline, I started out to write about one thing and then wound up writing about something else... Well I like where the poem ended up and look forward to fiddling with it a bit at a later date...


Meanwhile… You can leave a poem of your own, especially one about genies, in the comments section below; and don't forget you can help a kid leave a poem for me and others to read in the comments section as well...

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Pig Jumped in Dishwater

Today is number 19 of my 30-day poetry-writing spree and things are still going well.

I decided to write a poem about things that happen while washing dishes… or not! :}

I will add more verses and pictures later...

Heres what my limited time has allowed me to pen of the poem for now…

A Pig Jumped in Dishwater

I was washing dishes when a pig jumped in the water

Said he would get out as soon as I paid him a quarter

Asked if he would take two dimes

He said if I gave him ten limes

I ran and got my mom who flicked him clean across the border
Written by R. Renée Bembry
April 19, 2013

It has been quite a long day… This is why I will have to come back later to add more verses to this poem and to add pictures as well…

Meanwhile… You can leave a poem of your own, especially one about washing dishes, in the comments section below; and don't forget you can help a kid leave a poem for me and others to read in the comments section as well...

Thanks for visiting!