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Here are the poems:
By Cheryl Lawton Malone
My not-so-techie super mom
brought home the latest phone.
But seemed to lose her confidence
each time she was alone.
I showed her how to use the app
to read on her new cell.
She changed the font to eighteen so
the world could read as well.
I helped her build a Facebook page -
no fuss or hullabaloo
until she posted baby shots
of me when I was two.
While texting, Mom got angry if
the words changed on their own.
I laughed when her last message said,
“I hat this silky phone.”
But then, I found a Google search
about a certain chip
that followed children’s movements and
kept track of every trip.
So now I’m trying hard to live
without my own smart phone.
How scary is a stalker mom
who won’t leave you alone?
Barnaby Bumberton’s Beautiful Bumbershoot
By Dave Crawley
Barnaby Bumberton’s beautiful bumbershoot
isn’t designed for the rain.
He wouldn’t much fret
if he got soaking wet!
Such worries are far too mundane.
Unlike umbrellas and brollies and such
(which shelter one’s face from the sun),
his wondrous device
is oh, so precise.
A parasol, second to none!
When Bumberton’s bumbershoot catches a breeze,
he’s hoisted, aloft, to the sky -
past neighborhood elms,
and Fantasy Realms
where Flubbos and Flubberjubs fly.
He’ll pass Mary Poppins. She nods a “Hello.”
The moon gives a mischievous wink.
A pair of Palloons
in hot air balloons
sing songs, in celestial synch.
Bartleby Bumberton’s beautiful bumbershoot
may be the best one around!
He’ll carefully hold it,
and knows not to fold it
until he gets back on the ground.
*hullabaloo vs. *bumbershoot: Which Poem Did You Prefer?
- *hullabaloo (Cheryl Lawton Malone) (35%, 399 Votes)
- *bumbershoot (Dave Crawley) (65%, 737 Votes)
Total Voters: 1,136