257. Imprint

I had a lot of fun

Playing in the rice.

The groceries were dumb

But playing knight was nice.

But then I went and fell, 

A Lego in my hand,

And what was more to tell

I didn't softly land.

And now you see me here,

A-standing in this place,

With red marks on my ear

And two circles on my face.

256. Children's Praise

Little children

Round the world

Praise the Lord

His voice they've heard

The love they feel

Will follow them

Through darkest times

Through thick and thin

And they'll remember 

Gifts he gives

They'll sing for joy

"I know He lives"

255. Dripping Death

The blaring alarm bombards my ears

The sizzle and crack of the pan

Putrid smoke swirls thick in the air

A pop

A hiss

I am defeated

Birds may feast on the charred remains of this good housewife's attempt

254. Nine Eleven

I didn't know what the Towers were. 

I didn't know where they stood.

I didn't know who Al Quaida were.

Or that I even should.

I didn't know some hated us.

I didn't know malice rose.

I didn't know there could be such dust

At the day's hard close.

I didn't know the solemn fear.

I didn't know the pain.

I didn't know the sounds I'd hear

That fell with fiery rain.

I didn't know the actions.

I didn't know the love.

I didn't know the reactions

Of those who flew above.

I didn't know the world would change.

I didn't know the fight.

I didn't know the feelings strange

That came with morning's light.

I didn't know the sacrifice.

I didn't know the care.

I didn't know that hate and vice

Could vanish from the air.

I didn't know comraderie.

I didn't understand.

But what I see, through misery,

United now we stand.

253. The Garden Palace

Lord Lily threw a pillow at the feisty Lady Sara.

Sir Rose and Maid Marigold were funnier than ever.

Lord Loce and Lady Lilac romanced under the sun,

While Queen Daisy and King Daffodil ruled with gentle thumb. 

All were stately courtiers in the Golden  Garden Palace.

Life was sweet and pleasant there; no sign of any malice.

What happened to the garden days? What happened to the love?

They're all just joyful memories. No more parties. No more hugs.

But love is strong and there deep down a tiny seed remains.

And so I'll always love you, until my dying days.

252. Gas

Gas

It happens to everyone

Your dad gets gas

Your mom gets gas

Even your Great-grandma Edna gets gas

It's a natural part of digestion

So break wind, toot, cut the cheese, blast your bum, and burn some nostrils.

Fart Proudly, my friends.

251. Guilty Pleasures

Can anyone resist kissing the cheek of a baby sleeping on their shoulder?

Can anyone resist pushing the boy who is posing on a boulder?

The snore,

The squeal,

It's worth it all. 

The crying through the night.

The hiking without light.

These are pains you go through to feel the pleasures when you're older.