Snicker Snicker Snook

Snicker, snicker snook
I think I’ll read a little book.
Have some fun, play pretend
go new places, make a friend.
Spend some time, curl up in a chair
no batteries needed, no computer to share.
Snicker, snicker snook
off to read my favorite book.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2004 ©

Peanut butter is fun and gooey
some people think that’s just plain hooey.
They don’t understand the joy of the spread
smear it with jelly on your favorite bread.
Too silly for grown up, it’s just kids stuff
they frown and growl in a great big huff.
They’ve just lost touch with the joys of youth
they must be served in a restaurant booth.
No frills or china required my friend
doesn’t cost a bundle, no rules to bend.
Enjoy a sandwich, use a napkin or two
with peanut butter and jelly you never feel blue!

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

May There Always be Unicorns

May there always be unicorns
in your heart and dreams
although there are those
who don’t believe it seems.
A rainbow, good luck
the tooth fairy
and Easter Bunny
they all make us smile
act a little funny.
Santa, hobbits
angels and fairies
can’t seem to touch them
but our faith never varies.
Keep dreams in your heart
let unicorns run free
all the joys of the world
will be yours to see.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

A Pair of Bears

We are bears of a pair
and don’t have a care.
We have coarse brown fur
but we don’t purr.
We love to eat honey
but it doesn’t cost money.
We live in a den
but come out now and then.
In the winter we sleep
so don’t make a peep.
We are big and tough
and we take no guff.
We are bears of a pair
so you should take care.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1999 ©

Red & Green Parrot

I’m a red and green parrot
and would love to eat a carrot.
But I looked around and one could be found.
Sometimes you’ll see me in someone’s home
but I’d rather be out where I can roam.
I normally eat lots of fruit and seeds
they fill up all my hungry needs.
I have neat clawed fee to hold all I can eat
and feathers of red that cover my head.
I can screech real loud ’cause I feel very proud
I’m a tropical bird that can really be heard.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1999 ©

Lions

When you meet a lion
he won’t be sighing
he’ll make a roar
that would knock
down a door.
King of the Jungle
is his real nickname
because he’s so bold
and has no shame.
His mane is wild
and very large almost as big
as a towboat barge.
He’s Lord of the Jungle
and King of the Beasts
don’t let him catch you
or you’ll be his feast.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1999 ©

Wally, The Walrus

My name is Wally the Walrus
I have never ridden on a crowded school bus.
I float around on chunks of ice
because I think it feels really nice.
Sometimes I sit on cold, gray rocks
but I have no need for thick wool socks.
My tusks are long – big and white
I always brush them every night.
I am proud of my tusks and how they look
I think I’ll have my picture took!

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1999 ©

The Clownfish

I’m a silly red fish and they call me a clown
because I’m happy and never do frown.
I love to swim and splash around
I am very bright and can always be found.
I have not fee, but that’s a treat
I swim everywhere so I don’t really care.
I live in the water that’s warm and blue
I’m very healthy and never have flu.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1999 ©

Penguins

Penguins are half black and penguins are half white
there’s nothing about them that would cause a fright.
It looks pretty nifty to be fifty-fifty!
They make us laugh, they make us giggle
it must be the way they seem to wiggle.
They swim in the water, they waddle on ice
they really seem to be very nice!
Next time you see a penguin with orange feet
tell him you know that he’s really neat!

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1999 ©

The Horns of a Rhinoceros

I have two horns, but I can’t play a song,
they don’t work very well, so I just sing along.
I love to hum, I love to sing
but about those horns,
I can’t do a thing!
A rhino might use his horns to play
but in my case, who knows what people would say.
I’ll just keep singing and humming my song.
I’ll keep my horns quiet, so we can all get along.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1999 ©