Sunday, September 13, 2020

Life is a Gift by Maisie Aletha Smikle

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Life is a Gift 

by Maisie Aletha Smikle 

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10457465 

“Life is a Gift
by Maisie Aletha Smikle

Life is not strife
Put away the knife
Life is a gift
For both the fit and unfit

Don't dis it
And miss it
Don't step aside
To commit suicide

That is murder
Can't you tell
If you live you'll be put in a cell
If you die you'll go to hell

You want to be in heaven
But instead you're in hell
Hell on earth
The place of birth

Life is a gift don't dis it
Put away the gun
That's no fun
Go for a run or watch the sun

So you want to rush to heaven
Life on earth is hell
But instead you'll land in hell
For killing yourself well

They are bad
They make you sad
You are good and they are bad
Don't get it twisted and feel bad

Life is a gift
Don't dis it
And miss it
Live it…”


 Maisie Aletha Smikle


Saturday, September 12, 2020

 

Spot
by Maisie Aletha Smikle   https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10456087

Spot looks Dalmatian
And might even be a Martian
He likes to cuddle
And play in a puddle

Spot is polka dot
Cotton white and velvet black
Astute smooth and immaculate
Better than a box of chocolate

He cushions all
Before a fall
And stands tall
To catch a ball

At the cat Spot barks
When he goes for walks
Sniff sniff he detects a rat
He must get that

His nose to the ground
Tail wagging like a hound
His ears propped
And huge eyes popped

From the leash Spot dashed
In a twinkling flash
Like Tom and Jerry
Spot leapt in a hurry

He dug deep in the sand
Till he could stand
Sniff sniff the rat is gone
And Spot is worn and all forlorn

Spot needs a bone
And not sand stone
So back Spot went away from the pebbles
To catch some floating bubbles

Spot ate his bone
And sat on a stone
Gazing at the distant sun in the horizon
He mused for treats he could have a dozen”


― Maisie Aletha Smikle

Friday, September 11, 2020

  O My O My by Maisie Aletha  Smikle   https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/1297738

   

I dreamt of fries

Fries filled the skies

And rained from the cloud

Pounding rooftops rather loud


I ran

People ran

We all ran

To fill our can


O my o my

Fries are falling

The farmer comes calling

Wondering why buyers are stalling


This can't be the farmer says

It’s pouring heavenly spuds

He grabs a chair

To reach for a share


There'll be another year

When potatoes will bear

And buyers will want his spuds

Because there'll be no heavenly buds


There will be tater tots

For the pots

And cooked potatoes to mash

So there’ll be some cash


There’ll be potatoes to bake

To have with steak

Top that off with a cake

Not all is at stake


Add potato rolls

For munching on a stroll

My O my fries have arrived

Without a toll


Potato chips for a trip 

Snacks and some dip

Potatoes reign supreme

Teaming up with cream


Make potato wedges

For some edges

Tie a spud with a bandana

Potatoes have gone bananas