My breakfast never varies;
it’s the same thing every day.
And lunch and dinner likewise
make me yawn and turn away.
I’m craving something different.
I’m in need of something new.
Some pickles, some lasagna,
or a chocolate cake or two.
I’d like a dozen pizzas
and some carry-out Chinese,
a turkey, ham and pot roast
with potatoes, pies and peas.
I want a bag of burgers,
and a barrel full of rice.
I’ll wash it down with twenty quarts
of soda pop on ice.
My taste buds need variety
to pass between my lips.
No more of just the same old thing!
I’m sick of fish and ships.
My sneakers are speaking in German.
I find it completely dismaying.
I’ve tried but I cannot determine
a thing that my sneakers are saying.
They’re blabbering blithely and loudly
as if they think no one can hear them.
They’re jabbering jokingly, proudly
as if there were nobody near them.
I’ve never heard sneakers more oral,
like preachers engaged in a sermon.
It’s frustrating hearing them quarrel;
I simply don’t understand German.
They like to converse when I’m walking.
They scream and they yell when I’m pacing.
I finally got sick of their talking
and sat down and started unlacing.
I set them both up on the table,
and saw on my shoes with chagrin,
“American Made” on the label
but tongues marked with “Made in Berlin.”
My dog is not like other dogs.
He doesn’t care to walk,
He doesn’t bark, he doesn’t howl.
He goes “Tick, tock. Tick, tock.”
He beeps each day at half-past nine.
At noon he starts to chime.
I have a strong suspicion
that my dog can tell the time.
Another dog might run and play,
or smother me with licking,
but my dog just annoys me
with his beeping and his ticking.
Should you decide to buy a dog,
consider my remarks:
When looking for a “watch dog,”
get yourself the kind that barks.
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I bought a Maserati
and a new Mercedes-Benz,
plus a brand new Lamborghini
I could show off to my friends.
I purchased a Ferrari
and an Aston Martin too,
and a Porsche and a Jaguar
and a BMW.
I had them all delivered
to my mansion in the hills.
I like to sit and look at them,
imagining the thrills.
For though it’s fun to be
the richest nine-year-old alive,
I’m sure I’ll like it better
when I’m old enough to drive.
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When Larry made lasagna
all his neighbors stopped and stared.
His lasagna was the largest
that had ever been prepared.
He used ninety yards of pasta
and a half a ton of cheese,
and the sauce, he spread with spatulas
that looked a lot like skis.
With a hundred pounds of vegetables
and wagon-loads of meat
plus a tiny sprig of parsley
his lasagna was complete.
So he lifted that lasagna
with a forklift and a crane
and he placed it in an oven
that was longer than a train.
For a week, while it was baking,
its aroma filled the town,
till he took it from the oven
piping hot and golden brown.
All the neighbors came and tasted it
but frowned at him, and then
they complained, “It needs a bit more salt.
You’ll have to start again.”
I’ve recently returned from Mars
I went for several years.
I rode in Martian motorcars,
bought Martian souvenirs.
I went to Martian movies
and saw Martian movie stars,
attended Martian concerts
and heard Martians play guitars.
I ate in Martian restaurants
and went to Martian schools.
I played on Martian tennis courts
and swam in Martian pools.
I hung around with Martian girls
and talked to Martian boys.
I went to Martian shopping malls
and played with Martian toys.
At last I’m back on planet Earth
from out among the stars.
So why does everyone I see here
act like they’re from Mars?
Noah Lott is awfully smart
and loves to share his knowledge.
He’s only in the second grade
but ought to be in college.
His brain is like a dictionary
or encyclopedia.
His photographic memory
is also multimedia.
Our teacher thinks he’s wonderful.
She showers him with praise.
On every test and every quiz
she always gives him A’s.
But students, on the otherhand,
consider him a nerd.
We think the things he knows
are more than just a bit absurd.
He bores us all with endless lists
of truly useless trivia,
like names of craters on the moon
and insects in Bolivia.
It’s probably embarrassing
to know as much as him,
but not as bad as being
just a little bit too dim.
Like when the teacher calls on me
and I say, “I forgot.”
I wish that I could be
a little more like Noah Lott.
I’ve seen my kitchen sink.
I saw my garden rose.
I’m not sure why my eye drops
but I think my nostril knows.
I’ve had a root beer float.
I’ve watched a lemon drop.
I’ve listened to a ginger snap
and heard a soda pop.
I’ve seen a hot dog stand.
I saw a salad bowl.
I’ve even seen a pretzel twist
and watched a dinner roll.
I’ve seen a great home run.
I saw a big house fly.
I’ve even seen a barefoot race
and watched a bolo tie.
I’ve seen a long ski jump.
I’ve heard a loud bell hop.
I saw a birthday party
and I watched an antique shop.
I’ve seen a belly dance.
I’ve seen a quick fox trot.
I think that’s what my chain saw
but I’m sure my rope did knot.