Tag: Poetry

A poem about pi

“There is a mistake in Geometry books,
Open one up and go take a look:
They all say that “Pi R2 ”-
You do not find square pies anywhere!
Pies are round and cakes are square,
Just look around you everywhere!”

A short follow-up poem to my one about greens

“I wrote a poem of how my mother likes salad,

She also loves chocolate, so I’ll write a ballad,

Of how my Mother likes chocolate so greatly,

Her chocolate collection is quite large and stately.

I wrote about greens before chocolate you see,

For if I said we ate tons of chocolate, I’d get no pity.”

A poem about greens

Here’s another poem  I wrote, by the request of my dear mother:

“I really like food, don’t get me wrong.

I wish I could eat it all the day long.

Pumpkin pie and piping hot turkey,

Steaks and bratwurst and chewy beef jerky,

Potatoes and broccoli and even green beans,

But by all means, please don’t serve me greens.

We eat them at breakfast, inside a shake,

We eat them at lunch, with nary a break,

We eat them at dinner with dressing on top,

We eat them all day- we never stop!

But Mother, she likes them; she gobbles them down,

She eats them all day with never a frown,

Because she likes them I’ll eat them you see,

But if I’m at your house, don’t give greens to me!”

P.S. We don’t eat greens every single meal of the day!

Happy Birthday Mom!

Today, March 11, is the day my Mom was born. She has only been in one of our movies, as an extra, and I wrote her this poem for her birthday.

“A while ago Mom came up with a plan:

“We’ll convert the garage! I know we can!”

Little did we know, when we began,

How long this monstrous task would span.

We started out with lots of vigor,

But soon our doubts got much bigger,

We thought we’d never get it done,

Our task began to lose it’s fun.

We tore out old wood and insulated,

That task was itchy and very hated.

I tore down the doors, and cut my head,

It really hurt, it bled quite red.

But Mother she was not concerned,

No emergency room for me I learned.

The pain was bad, it cut me in two,

I didn’t know if I’d pull through.

Without going to a hospital room,

I thought I’d end up in my tomb.

Between life and death  I hovered,

But my strong body then recovered.

We then began to build new walls,

A large hard task that was not smalls.

We used a lot of 2 by 4’s,

And made much sawdust on the floor.

We then put a lot of siding,

It was not all that exciting.

But once twas done it looked quite good-

Much better than old rotten wood.

We then ran wires through the studs,

Got more dust upon our duds.

We had friends over to celebrate,

But still we hadn’t escaped the fate,

Of working in bonus room till we grow long beards,

That’s exactly what I feared,

When Mother said she had a plan,

Of bonus room work I’m not a fan.

But whatever happened I always loved Mother,

She’s a better lady than any other.

I’ll always love her til earth does end,

She’s so great I don’t have to pretend.

I’ll always try to be kind and good,

I’ll always be thankful for her yummy food.

I’ll try to be nice and not to steamroll,

And not on her brain to take a large toll.

I love you dear Mother! Happy birthday!

I wrote this big poem so I could just say,

I love you, I love you, I love you again.

You are the best of all the women!”

(P.S. I did get hit on the head when I was renovating our garage, I did bleed “quite red”, and I didn’t go to the ER, but I never was quite on the brink of death)

An Epitaph for King Edward the first

I had to write an epitaph for King Edward as an assignment for Potter’s School. Here’s how it went:

“Edward died on 7 July,

Not a Scot a tear will cry,

To hear that Edward he did die,

Since many of their necks he did tie.”

Brilliant isn’t it!

Redwall poem

Here is another poem I wrote a while ago, and lost. I wrote it as an assignment for my Potter’s School English class.

“I’ll sing thee a song of the Abbey’s Delight’s
There’s good food for all both by day and by night;
There’s succulent shrimp and fine juicy fish,
Many a tasty mouthwatering dish;
There’s chestnuts and acorns and good apple chews,
A seat at this feast you wouldn’t want to lose.
And when you’re done eating grab a chair if it’s handy,
and wash it all down with some elderberry brandy!”

(Disclaimer: I’m not advocating that you consume any alcoholic beverages!)

My Siblings

This isn’t exactly a new poem, as I wrote it about three months ago, but I forgot to post it in my huge poem post, and will post it now. I hope you enjoy it, although I feel sorry that you can’t personally know all of my delightful sibs!

My Siblings
I’m blessed with five siblings, I love them each one,
They are all first-class, second to none.
They all bring me blessings every day,
If you asked me to trade them, I would say nay.

There’s Paul, he’s a blessing, a gift from above,
He brightens our home with his laughter and love.
Whenever Paul’s near, fun is not far away,
He brings special joy to every day.
I am so glad that God gave us Paul:
He is such a blessing to us all.

Isaac’s a fireball, a boy on the run,
He is the one who brings us such fun.
If it were not for Isaac, my life would be dull,
But since I have Isaac my life is so full.

John is a corker, a really good guy.
(Though sometimes I worry he’ll blow us sky high!)
He has many talents, he’s sharp as a tack,
If you listed them all they’d make quite a stack.
He brings us great blessing, he brings us such fun,
I am so glad that our fam’ly has John!

Rachel is loving, always so kind.
Such a good sister is sure a rare find;
worth far more than rubies or diamonds or treasure,
To be her big brother is sure a real pleasure.
She brings all of us so much great joy,
I’m so glad that our fam’ly isn’t all boys!

Luke is my brother, for which I’m glad;
If he were not I would be so sad.
He’s been my brother as long as I remember,
I’m glad that our fam’ly has him as a member.
He blesses us with his personality,
I’m so glad that he’s in our fam’ly!

I’m blessed beyond measure to have all these sibs,
To say that I’m not would be a great fib.
I’m so glad to be their big brother,
I am more blessed than any other!


I really enjoy writing poetry, and have amassed a pretty good quantity of it over the pas few months.
Here it is, in all it’s glory:

A poem I wrote as an assignment for my TPS class
I’ll sing thee a song of the Abbey’s Delight’s
There’s good food for all both by day and by night;
There’s succulent shrimp and fine juicy fish,
Many a tasty mouthwatering dish;
There’s chestnuts and acorns and good apple chews,
A seat at this feast you wouldn’t want to lose.
And when you’re done eating grab a chair if it’s handy,
and wash it all down with some elderberry brandy!

A poem I wrote for Rachel’s birthday.
“Rachel was born many long years ago,
She came in the winter, she came with the snow.
We shovelled a path so that they could get in,
And bring Rachel home so the fun could begin.
December eleventh, 2000 A.D.,
That day will always seem special to me-
Why? You might ask, I’ll tell you; you see,
That was the day Rachel joined our fam’ly!
She’s been such a good sister, she’s been such a huge blessing,
She is so great that I must be confessing:
That Rachel’s the best sister there’s ever been,
She blesses me so much I cannot begin,
To tell all the wonderful things she has done,
But I’ll just say this: Rachel is Fun!
She’s beautiful, sweet and wonderful too,
I’ve listed all these things but I’ve just said a few,
Of all of the wonderful things she can do!”

Why I love Christmastime
“Christmastime is lots of fun,
With lots of yummy, tasty treats,
Of all the days it’s number one,
But not just because of all the sweets.
It is the day Jesus was born,
Over two thousand years ago,
He came for us on Christmas morn,
So we his saving love could know.
That’s why Christmastime is best,
Because it’s when our savior came,
He took our sin, he gave us rest,
He carried all our guilt and shame.
If he hadn’t come we would be lost,
Condemned to suffer for all time,
But since he came we all are found-
That’s why I love Christmastime!”

White Christmas Re-mixed
“We’ll prob’ly have a brown Christmas, just like the ones we always know,
Where the snow is missin’,
And no trees glisten,
And our Christmas tree is faux.
But, that does not matter one bit, we’ll have lots of fun I know,
‘Cause we’re all together,
What’er the weather,
With my fam’ly who needs the snow?
We’ll surely have a good Christmas,
My fam’ly always does it’s true,
When my fam’lies around,
Joy surely is found,
With my fam’ly here who can be blue?”

Christmas in the Heironimus house
“Christmas in the Heironimus house,
There’s no room for grumbling, no need to grouse.
There’ll be fun for all ages, both young and old,
So come in and join us, get out of the cold!
We’ll talk for a while and sip some hot tea,
And stare at the twinkling lights on the fake tree.
We’ll read Christmas books and sing lots of carols,
In our crazy family fun comes in barrels.
We’ll play lots of games, maybe ping-pong,
Fun in our family lasts all year long.
So come in and join us, I know you’ll like it,
I know you’ll enjoy it,“Why?”, you might ask,
Answering that is quite a large task-
Because of the things that we all do together,
Because all our spirits are light as a feather.
Because of about 2 million more reasons,
Because all these things go on through the seasons,
Because my fam’lies the best of the best,
So come in and join us and you’ll see the rest!”

“2011 was a lot of fun,
In it a lot of things were done.
We went to Boston and DC,
All that was lots of fun to me.
You very soon will all have past,
To honor you till next year I’ll fast!”

Christmas is a happy time
“Christmas is a happy time,
We scrubbed and shined to get rid of grime.
I’m grateful for my delicious food,
It is very, very good.
I love my sister and my brothers,
They do bless me like none others.
My fam’lies loving, very kind;
No better fam’ly could you find.
I cannot wait for Christmas dinner
When it’s over I’ll not be thinner!”

I hope you’ve enjoyed these, and I’ll probably post a new poem sometime soon!

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