femme
My mother had four children. The youngest one was Brank, who was three inches tall and would only eat sardines. Each morning my father would take him to the port to use him as a lure. He always caught the best and juiciest fish. My father would save one of the lesser ones for our nightly sup, and my mother would scale it and let Brank play in the scales for a while. One evening while he was having his romp, my sister Lola was jealous and brushed the scales and Brank into the bin. He was trapped underneath the shining layer and meekly called out to my mother. She heard his faint whimper and dug her way down into the peelings and rotting bones until she found him. She ordered Lola to be smote immediately, and gave Brank a bath in warm milk. She dressed him in a warm woolen layer and had my father create a leather chair that she could strap to her shoulder where Brank could perch. She was a hard-headed woman, but she had such a soft spot for him. Of course during this event I was locked in the washroom, as I was every Sunday.
lenin
One tiny flea, as small as a pea
flew onto the island of Crete.
His uncle had warned, “be careful of thorns”
So he had covered his feet.
The flea ate and drank, and filled his whole tank
And each day he remained he repeat,
Until his last night, when caught in a fright
who but his spouse should he meet!
The two wed in Spain, forever in twain
until baby flea makes threet.
- Peef
butch There once was an Eagle who fell down a well.
Where he did go, no one could tell.
’Til one early morn there was quite a clatter.
The Eagle’s sharp feet tapped pitter-patter.
He raised up one wing, with a sigh of defeat.
“I am sorry to say, I ate the last beet.”
- Peef (friend’s name)