Maybe you’ve been on a Merry-Go-Round
Where fun and friends and glee abound.
You rode a pony exceedingly fair,
Or maybe a griffin or the great golden bear.
Always forward, up and down,
You make a wish each time around
That must come true, at least, I’ve found.

Have you been on an Anger-Go-Round?
It’s a rough ride that only goes
Round and round and round and round…
Till everyone’s sick!

Take care on the arounds you go,
‘Cause every one comes back, you know.

One more thing I’ll put out there:
Who wouldn’t rather the golden bear?

A Few Nonsense Limericks

There was a young lady of Snead,
Who was far too familiar with greed;
She took all she could,
Never understood,
That wanting young lady of Snead.

There was an old man on a log,
Who imbibed in a bit too much grog;
Crowned himself King of Trees,
Went to war with the bees,
That stung up old man on a log.

There was an old person of Greece,
Whose complaints never seemed to cease;
She’d moan and she’d bawl,
But did nothing at all,
That whiny old person of Greece.

The Astrohaunts: A Skyless Cloud

(Read the introduction to the Astrohaunts here.)

In the Babine Range a mountain stood,
It stood alone in wild wood
And wanted more than mountains should.

It called to Cloud:
“My dear, come here,
You float so low in skies all clear,
Come sit and chat and share in cheer.”

The ghost ocean of the sky
Coasted toward the buried lie.

Mountain trembled, soft and sly,
Then breathed deep as Cloud drew nigh,
Pulling him into his stony core,
Pouring him into bony ore.

Old Sun stepped back aghast
That this attack had passed.

Lynx felt it.
Kreke knew it.
Leif saw it.

And they were there,
Cutting through the frightened air.

They crashed to Earth,
They crushed the earth,
Bucketing Cloud out with all their worth –
Streams of golden silver,
Veins of gold that burned white hot,
Gulping rubies by the lot.

Back from underground to thunder bound,
Cloud was again a drifting thought.
Wonder wound through Mountain
Then he collapsed distraught.

But they did not forget him,
No the Astrohaunts did not.

They said to him:
“We could be kin.
Know your depths, for they are dark,
But under all beats diamond heart.

You’re too alone.
We need to share.
Come be known,
It’s time to care.”

They gathered pebbles, boulders, sand,
They held the mountain in their hands
And carried him throughout the land,
Leaving him with valleys, rivers, hills,
And to this day he stands their still.

He is in the Babine Range,
Still stands alone in wild wood,
But as the Astrohaunts arranged
He’s enlarged his neighborhood.

One day you may see something strange,
An inter-element exchange,
A cloud move against the wind,
Pick up a pebble he calls friend –

You’re looking at a change.

Down a Hole

I rode a rabbit down its hole,
It meowed and barked and growled,
I hugged it hard and howled.

Now you may ask:
Kyle, why ride a rabbit down its hole?
It’s dark and dirty, what’s the goal?

And I might say:
To not is dull.
Be it rabbit, bear or boar,
Fox or crab, snake or mole,
They know where to find a door
Straight into adventure’s soul.

Why ride a rabbit down its hole?
You could find a million mile worm,
The treasure of a troll
(That is, old socks it likely stole),
An undiscovered germ,
Or, not North, not South,
But the rumored Center Pole!

Why ride a rabbit down its hole?

Because you never really know.

Down a Hole

Illustration by MB.

What I Don’t Know

I’d rather know what I don’t.
I know did,
What’s all this won’t?

The alphabet I know I know
But what’s out there past Z?
The shapeless, shameless,
Nameless, blameless,
I don’t have eyes to see.

But then I’d know
And then I’d go
And write this same old poem.

So I suppose
I’ll just not know –

I’ll be glad to know that though.