Three Kid’s Poems

The Gingerbread House
had marshmallow mortar.
After the rains
the architect consoled her,
“Better rock candy.
It hardens harder,
to stiffen your walls
and keep them in order.
We’ll syrup there
and syrup here.
A patch on a patch
free and clear.

“Hey diddle diddle, the Cat and the fiddle …”
Wait a minute. What’s that you say?
A cat playing music on a violin?
Perhaps he screeched to match it’s tone.

Does he standup? Does he play standing up
with one paw holding and another with a bow?
This scenario strikes me as strange,
unique in the annals of violinists.

How did he learn? Was he a kitten prodigy?
And who taught him? Who spoke his language?
Could he play the notes or play by ear?
What songs does he like? What style does he play?

Did any composer write works for him?
Or maybe if he could play violin,
it’s not such a stretch that he could then
write for it too.

This Cat and fiddle has corners to explore…

Which kind of witch are you?
Asked little Baby Blue.
Are you a good witch
or are you bad?
Which kind of witch are you?

The Gingerbread House
had marshmallow mortar.
After the rains
the architect consoled her,
“Better rock candy.
It hardens harder,
to stiffen your walls
and keep them in order.
We’ll syrup there
and syrup here.
A patch on a patch
free and clear..

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