Dr Seuss Dad Trampoline

Hop on Pop
Hop on Pop and do not stop
He is the best, yes Pop is top,
When not arresting like a cop.

Dad's back is old but bounces well.
Boys go up and shout and yell.
Screams are heard all over town.
Kids right side up and upside down
Always a smile, never a frown

They enjoy the morning jumping
But muscles in pop's back are lumping
Lumping muscles everywhere
Can I please sit in a chair?
In a chair wayyyy over there?

What happened to breakfast in bed?
“Please feed in bed” the dad had said.
Green eggs (no ham) in bed today
Food makes dad glad on weekend day !!

Toast is the most, with New York Times
Peace and quiet writing rhymes.
Cereal is also good dad food
Helping calm his “daditude”
No food? Then Bad Dad Poet is rude.

Bad Dad Poet goes for a run
Running, phasers set on “stun”.

Stun the dogs, stun the cats
Stun the mailman who wears blue hats.

Stun the Sneeches on their beaches
Stun Horton, whose voice Whoville reaches.

Stun Thing 1 and stun Thing 2
Stun another Thing, please do!
Keep on running, running slow
Legs say “stop” but brain says “go”.
Brain tells legs, “After run, BenGay
So pain in ancient legs goes away”
iPod playing in old Dad ears
Running with Boston clears ears for years.
Exercise helps grow Dad’s brain
With legs, back, knees and feet in pain.

Big run helps Dad stay in shape
No magic spell or potions with Snape.
Pop’s not Superman with a big red cape.
Hop on pop causes insurance claim
Boys are big, their weight can maim.

Dad starts to wonder, “next weekend please”
Dad’s day in park, with wine and cheese.

Old Lang Little League

When baseballs fall onto the ground

Between young gloves and hands

The 6 and 7 year olds yell

And parents strike up the band

“Little League is fun, young kids

Little League is fun!!

So eat your snacks and swing your bats.

Go dream of a home run.

Last year the sons of Yankees, proud

Took to the field with steam.

An new year bring new hats and shirts

And the Giants are the team

“Little League is fun, young kids

Little League is fun!!

So eat your snacks and swing your bats.

Go dream of a home run.

No more hitting off the tee

The players are one year older

And when they strike out, feeling mad,

Their language is much bolder.

“Little League is fun, young kids

Little League is fun!!

So eat your snacks and swing your bats.

Go dream of a home run.

One player, was he the Dodgers fan?

Has pants on in reverse

He runs and plays most all the days

As parents whine and curse.

“Little League is fun, young kids

Little League is fun!!

So eat your snacks and swing your bats.

Go dream of a home run.

The boys want to look like pros

When their coach steps up to pitch

A hint to kids: not all uniform parts

Deserve scratches when they itch.

“Little League is fun, young kids

Little League is fun!!

So eat your snacks and swing your bats.

Go dream of a home run.

Gunga Homework

The kids squawk about grade five
Homework “eating them alive”
All the parents go mad just trying to keep it straight.
“Did you do your math today?
Smirks are giving you away!”
A pencil sitting on your desk while time gets late.
As the evening sun goes down.
Hear complaints, many a frown
Three boys find excuses both physical and mental
“My folder’s far away from here.
Stupid instructions are not clear!”
They do not understand to sit is elemental.
It is “write, write, write”
You have pencils, brains and paper so please write!
While the math is fresh in mind
The erasers you can find
Put pencil down to paper and just write!!

Even in the grade of one
When kids learn while having fun
My twins learn how to complain with older sibling.
Counting pennies, nickels, dimes.
Reading small books with small rhymes.
Seems to generate big moans and serious quibbling.
Both rewards and punishment tendered.
Has no effect, decision rendered.
Homework is not an easy sale by any means
Parents therefore show a smile
Hoping, dreaming all the while
That a tutor solves the problem before they’re teens.
It is “write, write, write”.
You have workbooks, brains and fingers so please write.
When young, just form the habit.
Opportunity is here, so grab it.
Stop driving parents crazy, please sit in the chair and write!

Saturday Soccer Coach

Four kids per side, colors are bright
Crimson on the left, Yelllow Lightening on the right.
In the middle with stop watch going “tick”
Is referee Dad calling offsides and goal kick.
With parents watching him doing his schtick.

Up goes small hand, smacking the ball
The referee ponders, “sould I make the call?”
Don’t stop the game, “ball still in play!!”
He decides and then he jumps out of the way.
The ball zooms into goal on this hot sunny day.

After four quarters, with kicks quite deft
The 6 year old boys have no energy left.
Forty minutes of running, now end of the game
With snacks galore, the boys become tame.
Eating, not soccer, is their clame to fame.

Four Nights Five Days

Blog
Wife blogs
Women blog together
BlogHer conference in Chicago
Creates Blog widowers
Watching kids
Alone

Four
Four nights
And Five days
Alone for four nights
With three boys
Two cars
House

Food
Nine meals
Cereal, eggs, toast
pasta, chicken, mac, cheese
Camp serves lunch three days
Dad cooks, but cleans?
Big bicycle ride
Water balloons
Wet

Fun
Boy fun
Watching action movies
Male bonding without Mom
Building “junkyard wars” in driveway
Wearing underwear as hats
Drinking non-organic milk
Eating nachos
Messy

Jobberwocky Babysitter

In summer with silver DSi
From babysitter strength of teen.
Their smiles go ‘round from ear from eye
With YouTube rumbling Queen.

“Jump over Babysit, my sons!”
The basketball kicks, the Giant’s hat.
Clear college path to fireman runs
Over our welcome mat.

Small youth of boys denies their brain
The sense to shun the Babysit.
Running round to flank like train
Attack with ocram fit.

A water pistol murks the day
With gurgle balls and starmples stream.
To strike the mystery “hooray!!”
Some babysit the scream.

Arise the monster they create
In running, jumping, freeze.
He bids the harple boys, “It’s late”
Into the car he flees.

Robert Frost Chicken Nuggets

This poem, a comment on tonight's dinner adventure (competition???), is in the same rhyme and rythm as "The Road Not Taken". To make the pattern clear, I've separated the 20 lines into 4 stanzas of 5 lines each.

Two chicken nuggets lay on plate
And I wished kids would finish both.
But “clean plate club” is not their trait
Diverting from their solemn fate
Create concern, cease Dad’s hair growth.

One nugget could fuel World War 3.
Its salty crust and tender meat
Spurs youth to heights of junk food glee
Consuming massive calories
With fingers fast and not too neat.

Should I tamp down the brewing feud?
That surely will erupt with force
Between the kids, poison the mood.
By speaking young boy words so rude
And insults said with no remorse?

At dinner’s end the plate lay bare
Two chicken nuggets had be eaten
Kids stomachs full, no food to share.
In the conflict no children there
By hungry siblings had been beaten.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sleepover (Sonnet 43??)

Kids stay up all night? Parents wake in daze.
I ask the pre-teens to turn off the light
That floods the hallway with its rays so bright
Nintendo DS gaming fights doeth rage
Presenting kids bedroom as play and stage.
Each boy performs to audience of one
They stay up quietly watching YouTube fun
Boys stay up loudly joking with the moon
Boys stay up striving to make noise ‘till late.
Reading Simpsons and Batman cartoons
Boys stay up in their MTV-like state.
“Please go to sleep,” but boys stay up and soon
Parents do bribe with midnight snack on plate.
But they stay up more listening to iTunes.

Edger Allen Poe Raven Braces

This poem was a blast to write. The rhyming pattern and rhythm for The Raven is unique and distinctive. The last line of each stanza, ending with the words "never more", is a big fat pitch over home plate to discuss kid's braces.

Because I'm a Vincent Price fan, below the poem I have included a video of him reading The Raven.


Once when teeth were straight and baby, eating peas and carrots (maybe)
Cheese sticks were the rage as high chairs stood upon the kitchen floor.
Pacifier, pointer finger, oral habits sometimes linger
As kids grow from infant to a toddler, pantries they explore.
Touching food and toys quite dirty, with their mouths they do explore
Little mouth safe never more.

Now electric brushes moving on bicuspids small and grooving
Can they keep the teeth safe from junk purchased at the candy store?
Sugar, sweets are quite addicting, children’s action so conflicting
With their clear instructions Mom and Dad, “avoid sweets” they implore.
"Floss your teeth and hold off on the chocolate cupcakes" they implore
One dessert and nothing more.

Little children, growing older, eating patterns get much bolder
Birthday parties, Halloween and cub scout cookouts filled with smores.
Overwhelmed with strong temptation, juice and soda kids can't ration
Adult teeth at angles, child is patient dentist does adore.
“Cavities are fixed but braces needed, smile we will adore".
Chewing gum is never more.

Conversations very honest, Doctor "Ouch" the orthodontist
Told the parents skeptical to open up their wallet more.
Teeth came in at horizontal, in the back and in the frontal
With no treatment, smile will disappear replaced by fangs galore.
Orange braces, visits to the doctor costing funds galore
Bank account’s cash never more.

Iambic Pentameter Minivan

The dents and dings show travel history
across the space and time of young strong sons
It bares a witness to ten summer camps
and devastating school projects of science.
Granola bars crushed into oaty mist
to penetrate the cloth interior.
"Lozano's Brushless Wash" is mystified
and does not clean the van that needs "detox".

Removing scratches yet they all return
to form a map that links school, work and play.
Old moldy orange rots 'neith driver's seat
exuding fruity death perfume for all.
A sushi roll yearns for the sauce of soy
then finds the company of Lego men.
Oh vacuum cleaner, Armor All's big spray
Please find a home in my wife's mini van !!

Joyce Kilmer Nerf Guns

I think that I shall never see
out of my left eye, leave me be.
Nerf gun bullets fly overhead
Tuesday morning in my bed.

Decending from the sky like rain
poking holes straight to my brain.
Toy guns cause Mom and Dad to curse
And not in pleasant poetry verse@!

These three boys must go outside
Baskets to shoot and bikes to ride.
But TV holds a great attraction
So maybe overnight camp for child subtraction?