Three Really Funny Poems!!

If the chicken came before the egg, the first hen to lay one must have vowed never again to lift her leg, cuz when she did, her insides fell out.

But if the egg came before the chicken, the chicken inside must've, under his breath, sworn if he kept up his fussin' and kickin', he'd scramble himself to death.

(C)1998, Arden Davidson

Muncha Buncha Lunch

Muncha Buncha Lunch is the nickname of a kid who eats everybody's lunches that aren't locked up or hid.

If you ever turn your back on him for even half a minute, when you turn back to your lunch box, that ole Muncha Bunch is in it.

He eats chips and grapes and pears and soup and sandwiches galore. And when he's done with all of that, he still can eat some more.

He munches, crunches, gulps and swallows everything in sight. He eats lunch for breakfast...dinner too, and even at midnight.

I wonder what would happen if somebody had a hunch and sent all the school kids home at noon except for Muncha Bunch.

Then whose bananas would he steal? Whose pretzels would he take? He'd probably end up eating all the chairs, for goodness sake.

That Muncha Buncha's appetite is just too big to stop. Next time he tries to eat my lunch, I'm gonna call a cop!

That will teach him not to be so gluttonous and rude, cuz then all he'll have left to eat is yucky prison food!

(C) 1998, Arden Davidson

What's Weird About A Mirror

What's weird about a mirror is that I can never see what my mirror looks like without me.

I've peeked at it 'round corners but my forehead I still see. It still sees me.

I've hung down from the ceiling by my ankles and my toes, but it still knows.

I've tried to run right past it, but as fast as I can go, I still show.

What's weird about a mirror is that I have never known what my mirror looks like all alone.

(C) 1998, Arden Davidson

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