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Monster in My Kitchen

admin — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:16:37 +0000

There’s a monster in my kitchen
He’s quite the gourmet
Since we’ve employed him
We’ve had tasty food all day

He’s environmentally conscious
Using every bit and dollop
Which is good for the earth
And even better for the wallet

You’d think we would get bigger
With all these luscious snacks
But we’ve actually lost weight
(He must reduce the fat)

He’s got a knack for spices
Each new dish is a hit
Nothing ever tastes the same
I hope he never quits

We often have asked why
This monster doesn’t own
A gourmet restaurant
He replies with a groan

He doesn’t like to share his space,
Original recipes
His secret ingredient
Or his methodologies

And I honestly wish
My brother’d never pried
And unearthed our chef’s secret
Ingredient – Oh, why!

Father made that monster
Gourmet hit the road
While we all pleaded
Father said he had no choice
No matter how scrumptious,
How cost- and eco-conscious
We were still just eating cardboard

Original post blogged on b2evolution.

Monster in My Attic

admin — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 06:03:47 +0000

There’s a monster in my attic
With a flair for the dramatic
Through every trunk placed in storage
She will forage and she’ll forage
Then she’ll recategorize
The items that she finds

Old clothing goes in wardrobe
Old letters filed as scripts
Curios are housed in props
Along with awful gifts

Old lamps are for lighting
Old furniture’s on sets
Stuffed toys are understudies
For the dolls who cry and wet

Old curtains are, well, curtains
For the stage where she performs
It’s such a thing of beauty
To see the way that she transforms

Our old junk into fine art
I once saw a play
In which a gaudy orange sweater
Symbolized a brighter day

I cannot count the times
That monster’s scenes have moved me
It’s so nice to have good theater
In your house, completely free

But sadly my way, way off
Broadway days may soon be ending
Our monster has an offer
For way on, on Broadway pending

Just think what she’ll be able to do
With real props, actors, and a crew
Her imagination can soar beyond
The discarded boxes that she found
In our cluttered, little attic
Too small a stage for a monster
So talented and dramatic

Original post blogged on b2evolution.

Monster in My Garage

admin — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 22:42:12 +0000

A monster lives in my garage
That beast is quite athletic
He makes my friends and family too
Look physically pathetic

Because, you see, he’s 93
And could run marathons with ease
While we couch potatoes
Cough and wheeze
Just watching a marathon
On the TV

That monster is in amazing shape
It’s the key to his longevity
It’s how he makes such grand escapes
Like using chimes for a trapeze

Yes, he can flip and swing and roll
At the jingle of some keys
Or vault from the floor with my dad’s fishing pole
At the approach of creaking knees

Our garage is a monster paradise
It fulfills his every need
Empty overhead storage for his sleeping
Bulk packaged snacks for him to feed

And a variety of sports equipment
That we slothful types must buy
To fulfill New Year’s resolutions
Yes, this year is when we’ll try
To get up off this sofa
(Well, at least for another fry)

From chin up bars to Dad’s bench press
Stationary bikes to ankle weights
My balls for ping-pong, squash, tennis
Mom’s treadmill, inline skates

That monster has a well-stocked gym
To keep him strong and buff
(Though getting away from us, sadly
Could not be all that tough)

In exchange for our hospitality
(Unknown to my family)
The monster keeps our things web-free
And oils up all the machinery
Which could come in quite handy
And make us all so healthy
If we ever turned off our TV

Original post blogged on b2evolution.

Spooky Metaphor Poem 4: Ravenous Snake

admin — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 12:00:00 +0000

I hope you enjoy this Spooky Metaphor Poem I'm posting for Halloween. It is similar to Mystery Metaphor Poems in that the reader guesses the subject of the poem. Good luck!

A ravenous snake
Winds through the town
A head of bright eyes
And a darting tongue

Leads the beast
Down every street
Door by door
The monster eats

Until the sky
Is deepest black
And it's devoured
Every snack

Then back again
Each coil revolves
And as it turns
Seems to dissolve

And merge with darkness
Disappear
Not to be seen
Until next year

What is it? Can you guess the subject of this poem? The answer is below, written backwards.

Answer: SRETAERT-RO-KCIRT

Other Spooky Simile & Metaphor Poems:

Original post blogged on b2evolution.

Night of Thieves

admin — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 23:08:09 +0000

A night of thieves
Better hide your eyes
Behind a mask
Or be recognized

A sack of loot
By your side
A lantern used
As your guide

Back to your lair
To divide the spoils
Make trades of one of these
For those

Then form your plans
To exact revenge
On any who dared to
Hand out raisins

Original post blogged on b2evolution.

Spooky Metaphor Poem 3: Goal Keeper

admin — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 23:54:19 +0000

I hope you enjoy this Spooky Metaphor Poem I'm posting for Halloween. It is similar to Mystery Metaphor Poems in that the reader guesses the subject of the poem. Good luck!

Goalie
Tensed
Waiting for action

A shot flies toward the net

The patient goalie
Scores
A midnight snack

What is it? Can you guess the subject of this poem? The answer is below, written backwards.

Answer: REDIPS

Other Spooky Simile & Metaphor Poems:

Original post blogged on b2evolution.

Spooky Metaphor Poem 2: Spying Woman

admin — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 17:59:05 +0000

I hope you enjoy this Spooky Metaphor Poem I'm posting for Halloween. It is similar to Mystery Metaphor Poems in that the reader guesses the subject of the poem. Good luck!

Old woman
Round of face
With nothing to do
But peer out
From behind
Her shifting curtains
And spy
On costumed children
Below

So eager to shine
A spotlight
On the masked figures
And expose their
Bags of tricks

This makes her Halloween
A delightful treat
And she pushes back
The curtains
And gleams

What is it? Can you guess the subject of this poem? The answer is below, written backwards.

Answer: NOOM LLUF

Other Spooky Simile & Metaphor Poems:

Original post blogged on b2evolution.

Spooky Metaphor Poem 1: Stealth Plane

admin — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 16:54:00 +0000

I hope you enjoy this Spooky Metaphor Poem I'm posting for Halloween. It is similar to Mystery Metaphor Poems in that the reader guesses the subject of the poem. Good luck!

As the last rays of light retreat
The stealth plane emerges
From the hangar
And takes to the sky

Guided by sonar
It dips and glides
Searching out enemy targets
Devouring its blood-thirsty rival:

The mosquito

What is it? Can you guess the subject of this poem? The answer is below, written backwards.

Answer: TAB

Other Spooky Simile & Metaphor Poems:

Original post blogged on b2evolution.