Susan Noyes Anderson » Humorous Poetry

Grandpa’s A Really Good Guy, Oh My!

admin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 16:19:24 +0000

Grandpa’s a really good guy.

He knows how to make a kid fly.

He fills up his jeanses

with bright jelly beanses

and blasts our blood sugar sky-high.

~ the end ~

but not the end

Christmas Bliss

admin — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 17:31:23 +0000

Christmas Bliss

We’re picking out a Christmas tree.

Oh boy, I just can’t wait!

December 25th is near––

It’s time to celebrate.

The family piles into our car

and finds the biggest lot.

“Let’s get the best,” my mother says,

“the very best they’ve got!”

But this one’s crooked, that one’s short,

and those are almost dead.

The rest have broken branches, holes,

or something worse instead.

Five hours pass and still no tree;

my dad’s about to break.

“You want the perfect tree?” he growls.

“Then let’s go buy a fake!”

The Moon, More or Less

admin — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 15:07:49 +0000

The moon’s more friendly than the sun

more soothing when the day is done,

more peaceful in the autumn sky,

more gentle to the naked eye.

The moon’s less prideful than the sun,

less apt to glare at anyone,

less finicky as seasons turn,

and less capricious. (No moonburn!)

Barefootin’

admin — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 17:48:15 +0000

(the image depicted here is not taken from His Children)

WANTED: one beautiful day at the shore;

a good log for sitting; an ocean to roar;

a paper for reading; a bit of a breeze;

a pair of bare feet (hold the sand, if you please);

some driftwood, some shells, and the smell of the sea.

Now cut me a deal. Did I hear you say FREE?!

Small Fry

admin — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 19:10:31 +0000

(the image depicted here is not taken from His Children)

God’s little ones are most content.

They make no arrogant demand,

but try to fill each simple need

by taking on the task at hand.

Little Boy Blue: All New

admin — Tue, 25 Aug 2009 18:47:15 +0000

Little boy blue, come throw your egg.

Your mom’s in the kitchen; just aim for her leg.

Where’s the little boy with the mischievous grin?

Why, he’s hatching a plan for his egg. Are you in?

Will you stop him? No, not I.

I’d rather see him let ‘er fly!

The Birthday Girl

admin — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 17:07:57 +0000

My favorite person in the world

happens to be this birthday girl.

She understands my every thought,

agrees with me more oft than not,

respects my shifting paradigm,

and likes to hang out any time.

She’s there for me when I’m alone,

and never asks me to atone

for unintended deeds or slights

that keep her wide awake at nights.

She finds my taste in clothes divine,

is thrilled when I am feeling fine,

is never jealous of my life,

and sticks with me through storm and strife.

Her brain and mine are just in sync;

sometimes I’ll tell her what I think,

and it’s like she already knew.

She understands me through and through.

But what I like the very best

is how I never have to guess

what she would have me do or say.

She lets me know that I’m okay.

We’re kindred spirits, that’s for sure.

I’ll never turn away from her.

And she won’t turn away from me.

We’re close as close could ever be.

So HAPPY BIRTHDAY, birthday girl,

of all the people in the world,

you are my very favorite one…

with these kind words, my poem is done.

(Okay, I’ll lay it on the line.

Her name is quite the same as mine.)

For the Birds

admin — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 07:17:47 +0000

©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson

My sister loves to feed the birds.
They come from miles around.
She offers them a place to nest
and birdseed by the pound.

She used to walk among them
dropping little crusts of bread,
till one returned the favor and
dropped something on her head!

Rise and Shine – Not! (for teens)

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:45:00 +0000

Don’t wake me up.
Don’t pound my door.
I need more sleep.
I need much more.
Much more than you.
Much more than he.
Much more than this
whole family.
Have some respect!
I stay up late.
I watch tv.
I meditate.
I need my rest,
believe you me.
Ignoring you
takes energy!

Natural Disaster

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:43:03 +0000

©1981 by Susan Noyes Anderson

The house was resting on a slant
(perhaps a cracked foundation).
Inside a scene of chaos
and total devastation.

No glassware left unbroken.
No table left unturned.
Dinner was in the oven,
but it had long since burned.

A woman sat bewildered
amidst all this confusion.
Her eyes were glazed and staring
as if at an illusion.

What catastrophic fate had pushed
this woman’s world asunder?
An earthquake? A tornado? … Nope!
five children, six and under.