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Your three things today are:
MIRACLE
MANIC
MUST
It must have been a miracle
a treasure in disguise
a product of some courage
a manic draws the line
a limit for the first time
a line drawn in the sand
a way to stop the chaos
an adventure close at hand.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
HUMOUR
PIECE
NOSE
Written for: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/03/31/three-things-challenge-191/ Thank you Di for hosting!
Why do babies find humor in putting pieces of food up their noses?
Is it because peas are a perfect fit?
Is it because yogurt is soft and smooth?
Is it because pretzel sticks go in just enough to still stick out?
I think it is the feeling they get when they see grown-ups smile.
I think it is the love they feel when a grown-up laughs.
I think it is because God put a hole so close to the mouth that things accidentally shift.
©2020 CBialczak
Once upon a time
there was a little boy
who had a special wish
for just one special toy.
He asked to get a rattle
for a holiday gift
he never whined or begged,
never made one riff.
When holidays did come
and toys were meant to share
the little boy was happy
no nasty tone, nor care.
And so he got his toy
because he was a gem.
His house is full of toys
he’ll share each one of them.
©2020 CBialczak
A trip to the vet
When I bring the dog
to the local vet
They aren’t ready right away
He sits, drool makes me wet.
There is a poster hung
Above the counter top
It talks about the fleas
And how to make them stop.
I brought a little bag
That has a bit of poop.
Its here to do the testing
It is a vicious loop.
The money spent is plenty
But I don’t mind a bit
He is my little Poopsy
My life’s most perfect fit.
©2020 CBialczak
Your three words today were alarm, haunting, shock
I didn’t realize, until the shock wore off, that it was the damned alarm clock that was haunting my dreams, not the fire alarm I thought I had to respond to or the security alarm at Walmart telling me I was shoplifting!
Your three words today are: boundary, nonchalant, warm
He approached the boundary in a nonchalant manner, only aware of the warm sun on his skin.
Your words for today were precious, bottom, meek
For those who are meek and sit at the bottom of the well, listen to me speak and I will cast out my spell.
You are too precious to stay in a place dark and so dank. You must rise up above and straight out of that tank.
Show people your light for its shine is intense. Let people realize the option is opening the fence.
Open it wide and allow people in. The world loves our children and all women and men.
By Christine Bialczak
Your final three things for the week are: personality, pimple, lead
There was a little fat man who laid upon his bed. He had a giant wrinkle and a pimple on his head.
He didn’t know what fun was, he always lacked in speed. He’d never won a race in life, he never took the lead.
One day he was so certain that he found a wife to love. He gave her all his money, a purple hat and glove.
Her personality was peaceful, her grace beyond divine. He knew one day he’d say to her, “I want you, be all mine.”
She’d say yes sir, I will, I do, I cannot live without. I love you too, we get along, a wedding without doubt.
He’d love that girl until he died, he’d never want to stray. She’d stay with him, as his wife, she’d never go away.
The little man he stayed real fat, his cake he loved to eat. The girl she loved to think about the day that they did meet.
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