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| Alphabet Poems |
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| A is for . . . Amanda Appleton Amanda Appleton loved apple – anything. Apple jelly and apple cider, made her sing. All of the apples she would pick. She ate apples all day – until she was sick. After dinner, at night – you know why, She just had to have – apple pie. Into the kitchen she would go, She baked it herself – to make it just so. After she finished and baked it just right, She ate it all – every last bite. Then she looked all around, and saw such a mess. There were apple seeds and apple skins all over her dress. After she cleaned it, and sat in a chair, She scratched her head, and found apple juice in her hair. Apple shampoo – what an idea. Amanda Appleton will make it – have no fear. © 2000 Bobbie Ann Pimm |
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| B is for . . . Brooke and Brandon Up, in the air are birds, butterflies and bees; and a beautiful balloon floats in the breeze. Below, there are boats in the ocean of blue; and buoys bobbing up and down in there, too. On the beach, Brooke and Brandon, together they play; because they’re best buddies, they can play all day. They build big buildings made of brown sand. Both believing sand buildings always will stand. Between the water and beach, they browse for shells; and bathe in the briny, bountiful swells. Back on sand, once again, they bounce a beach ball, back and forth between them – don’t let it fall. Better be careful, the bright sun’s in the sky. Brooke and Brandon, you’ll burn before the day goes by. So go into your beach bag and get out your lotion before you begin to bounce in the ocean. © 2000 Bobbie Ann Pimm |
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| D is for ... Daddy's Dinner Daddy's driving home. Dinner's almost ready. Donna did the cooking. Daddy doesn't know. Donna says, "Daddy's dinner is done." Donna's disappointed, "Where's Daddy?" Donna cooked a delicious dinner for Daddy. Donna did everything, Well, Mommy helped a bit. Donna hears Daddy's car. "Daddy's home, dear," Mommy says. Donna runs to the door to meet Daddy. "Daddy, daddy, guess what?" Daddy picks Donna up, "What?" "Dinner's ready," Donna says. "And Donna made it," says Mommy. "Smells delicious," Daddy declares. "Let's eat," Donna decides. Daddy looks at Donna's dinner. Donna made a dozen delicious drumsticks, With dill sauce, dollops of potatoes and diced carrots with peas. "Donna, I've decided," Daddy says, "Dinner was delicious." Donna's very proud. "Now, what's for dessert?" Daddy asks. Donna proudly declares, "Deep dish apple pie, with dollops of whipped dairy cream." "Delicious," they all declare. © 2000 Bobbie Ann Pimm |
H is for ... Harry's Horses Harry has a horse. His name is Hoppy. Hoppy is a hobby horse. Harry loves Hoppy. Harry rides Hoppy around his house all morning. "Heigh-ho, Hoppy," Harry hollers. "Harry, please don't holler in the house," says Mommy. "Heigh-ho, Hoppy," Harry whispers. Mommy is happy. Harry is happy. Harry has a horse. His name is Horatio. Horatio is rocking horse. Harry loves Horatio. Harry rocks on Horatio all afternoon. "Heigh-ho, Horatio," Harry hollers. "Harry, please don't holler in the house," says Daddy. "Heigh-ho, Horatio," Harry whispers. Daddy is happy. Harry is happy. Harry has a horse. His name is Horace. Horace is a toy horse. Horace is soft and huggable. Harry loves to hug Horace. Harry hugs Horace all night. Harry loves his horses. Harry is happy. "Happy dreaming, Harry." © 2005 Bobbie Ann Pimm |
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| K is for ... Katie's Kittens Katie has 6 new kittens Katie is a cat Katie is Kathryn's cat Katie loves her kittens Kathryn loves Katie's kittens Kathryn must name Katie's kittens Kathryn's thinks Katie is kind to her kittens Kathryn thinks Kindness is a good name Kathryn calls Katie's first kitten, Kindness Kathryn's dad says, "Hey, kiddo, let me see Katie's kittens" Kathryn thinks Kiddo is a good name for a kitten Kathryn names Katie's second kitten, Kiddo Kathryn has cupcakes for dessert Kathryn loves cupcakes, so does Katie Kathryn names Katie's third kitten, Kupcake Katie's fourth kitten meows funny Kathryn's mom says she sounds like a calliope Kathryn calls Katie's fourth kitten, Kalliope Katie's fifth kitten -- he sounds more like a lion Kathryn's dad says he thinks he's the king Kathryn names Katie's fifth kitten, King Katie's sixth kitten is Kathryn's favorite Katie's sixth kitten needs a special name Kathryn will call Katie's sixth kitten -- Kathy Kathryn loves Katie's six kittens Katie keeps meowing -- she approves Katie purrs on Kathryn's lap Katie's kittens join in All six of them … Kindness, Kiddo, Kupcake, Kalliope, King and Kathy © 2005 Bobbie Ann Pimm |
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Who I Am, Why I Write |
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| Short Stories |
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