Rhymetime
©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
Sometimes when no one else can play
I make up silly rhymes to say,
like pink ink stinks and bugs hug rugs
and thugs lug buggy rugs away.
Author Archive
Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.
Spinning Machine
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
Have you ever gone spinning round and round
till the ceiling looks just like the ground
and the ground looks kinda like the walls
and you’re caught in a whirlwind where everything falls
I Got the Bug
©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
My eyes are all red, and
my nose is all runny.
The words that I say
sound a little bit funny.
Alphabet Rebellion
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
I’m dotting every i, and
I am crossing every t.
I’m putting letters down, and
I erase them frequently.
The Air Mattress
©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson, Clubhouse
One time the wind was very strong.
It blew and blew like crazy.
So I just let myself go limp,
like when I’m feeling lazy.
Conscientious Objector
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson
Take pity on the noble weed,
it grows against all odds.
It prospers in harsh climates.
It thrives on rocky sods.
Riding the Wind
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
Sometimes on a windy day
I close my eyes and fly away.
I float with leaves upon the breeze,
then skitter around the lofty trees.
The Teacher
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
Well here I am, right up
in front of the class.
She has picked me again.
I did not even ask.