I‘m a clock on the wall who tells all,
And I tell it all on time.
I will fill you in about half past- six,
And Seven, eight and nine.


I share thoughts on half past- two,
I yell when it’s FOUR O'CLOCK!
Will tell you when it's midnight,
While my insides go tick tock.


I lose an hour in the spring,
And gain one in the fall.
I tell time in a timely manner,
Enjoying every minute of it all.

Hello to all my Jacketflap friends,
I'm excited to announce that my book entitled "Life is Good and other reasons for rhyme" is just a month away from publication. I received a copy of the book yesterday
and I must admit I'm more than pleased.

Thanks to all my friend who have left kind comments on my JacketFlap.
Positive words are a good thing, and so is Life. Yes, Life is Good.
Dave.

Relaxing in his bird bath
Sir Bird leaned back and thought.
“I’m thankful for who I am,
And grateful for what I’ve got.”

“I’ve got a healthy mind and body,
Good friends and family,
A colorful garden of my own,
And best of all, I fly for free.”

There’s a penguin party going on,
And everyone’s invited.
Party hats and and big balloons,
We penguins are excited!

We’re dressed for the occasion,
In tuxedos and bow ties.
Just bring yourself and don't be late
We're serving fish and fries!

Nuggethead! Nuggethead!
Listen to what your mother said.
"I't's time for you to go to bed."
Off you go, Nuggethead.

The Elves of Luck Valley

The Elves of Luck Valley
Were not small at all.
Why the Elves of Luck Valley,
Were taller than tall.

They stood tall on their heads,
Their hands, and their knees.
They stood taller than castles,
Towers, and trees.

They sang tall songs,
And recited tall rhymes.
They told tall tales
Of the tallest of times.

In every elf's mind,
One tale stands tallest,
And it's told by Elf Alfred,
Alhough tall, he's the smallest.

It’s all in your head,
When you look down the street,
And you see a blue man
With yellow webbed feet.
He’s lying in water,
flat on his back,
Making duck sounds.
Quackity-Quack!

Life is weird and so am I,
I just hatched and don't know why.
I'm in a shell with no clue,
On where to go, or what to do.

Something tells me I'm a bird,
Is that right? Have you heard?
I have wings but I can't fly.
Life is weird and so am I.

Lizards without legs hung from the trees,
They hung and they swung as they ate cement cheese.
Spitting out teeth with every bite,
Complaining the cheese just didn't taste right.

It's not my fault I ate the mouse,
He simply would not leave my house.
I warned him once, I told him twice,
I won't live with rats or mice.

He would not leave,
It was getting late.
So that little mouse I ate.

My sister is an alien
She’s from outer space.
Sent here on a mission,
To rule the human race.

She walks on walls and ceilings,
Never sleeps a wink.
She say’s she’s in complete control,
Of every thought I think.

I’ve tried to tell my mother,
And my father too.
But they refuse to listen,
So now I’m telling you.

I said my goodbyes, to all of the pigs,
stood and applauded their lovely blue wigs.
I walked down some stairs, turned left on a road,
and there in a cage was a two headed toad.

"What have we here? one head turned and said,
Why this short legged creature, has only one head."
The other head laughed, "How stupid! How dumb!
Why two heads yes two heads,
are smarter than one.

I replied quickly, as I usually do,
You are the one's locked up in the zoo!
And if you're so smart,
smarter than me, unlock the cage,
and set yourself free!

The toad's heads leaned forward,
and screamed in my face.
You're the one stuck in this most bizaare place.
You'll roam all around, stroll all about,
without a clue on how to get out.

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A story I wrote many years ago, which I just recently revised.