Thanksgiving Poem

At Grandma's House

I like the taste of turkey

Any time throughout the year

But it never seems to taste as good

As when Thanksgiving's here.

Could be it's all the trimmings

That are cooked with it to eat-

But I think it'seating at Grandma's house

That makes it such a treat!

Author Unknown

I use to spend every Thanksgiving at my Grandma's and this poem made me think of her!!

Fall Poem - Gathering Leaves

Happy 4th of July

ITS THAT TIME OF YEAR

It's that time of the year

for the red white and blue

They stand for freedom

in all you say and do

Show off those colorsf

or all the world to see

Fly them proudly over the air the land and sea

We celebrate the birthof our blessed country

It surely is indeed

the land of the free

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY

Father's Day Poem

What Makes a Dad

God took the strength of a mountain,

The majesty of a tree,

The warmth of a summer sun,

The calm of a quiet sea,

The generous soul of nature,

The comforting arm of night,

The wisdom of the ages,

The power of the eagle's flight,

The joy of a morning in spring,

The faith of a mustard seed,

The patience of eternity,

The depth of a family need,

Then God combined these qualities,

When there was nothing more to add,

He knew His masterpiece was complete,

And so, He called it ... Dad

~~Author Unknown.~~

Happy Mother's Day

Mommy, I love you

For all that you do.

I'll kiss you and hug you

Cause you love me, too.
You feed me and need me

To teach you to play,

So smile 'cause I love you

On this Mother's Day.

Monday Morning

I was happy this morning, as I woke up in bed,
Then realized it was Monday and I faced the day with dread,
For somehow, whatever comes my way, my temper is displayed,
Just mentioning 'it's Monday', my nerves, they become frayed.

The day will be just a ' write off', it's no good me trying to do
Any sort of reasonable job, things won't go right. It's true!
It's like a 'cloud' which hangs around and never let's you be,
Whatever I attempt to do, disaster follows me.

If I could sleep through Monday then that would be just bliss!
Then Monday wouldn't happen, I'd have given it a miss!



© Ernestine Northover

Funny Poem

THE LOST DR. SEUSS POEM

I love my job, I love my pay!

I love it more and more each day.

I love my boss, he is the best!

I love his boss and all the rest.

I love my office and its location, I hate to have to go on vacation.

i love my furniture, drab and grey, and piles of paper that grow each day!

I think my job is really swell, there's nothing else I love so well.

I love to work among my peers, I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.

I love my computer and its software;

I hug it often though it won't care. I love each program and every file.

I'd love them more if they worked a while.

I'm happy to be here. I am. I am.

I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.

I love this work, I love these chores.

I love the meetings with deadly bores.

I love my job - I'll say it again - I even love those friendly men.

Those friendly men who've come today,

In clean white coasts to take me away!!!!!!