341. Cold Sore

Cruddy bump

On my lip

Looks so silly.

Don't eat that chip!

Splits when I

Open wide.

Really mouth?

Every time!

340. Haiku to Christmas

Gloria glory

Birth of one to save the world

Excelsis Deo

339. Haiku to an ExxonMobil Holiday Party

Engineers discuss

Dirt, acronyms, gas, oil, pumps

I just smile and nod

338. Stuck

"Potty! Potty! I have to go!"

So squealed the little girl

And disappeared without a flash

A sparkle or a twirl.

She dashed as fast as she could go

On tiny little legs

And made it to that porcelain seat,

As bright as ostrich eggs.

Relieved at last. she washed her hands

With foaming soap and more

But found when washing had been done

She could not budge the door.

The mom went on, her mind bogged down

With Christmas trees alight,

Not knowing that her girl was stuck

And crying out with fright. 

Ten minutes passed and maybe more

Before mom wondered where

Her little had gotten.

She wasn't in her chair.

None could say where she had gone 

Within that little church.

And so a few soon stepped aside

And they began to search.

A friend went left and mom went right,

Both calling out her name.

They looked in every room they passed.

At last, the answer came.

The little girl was crying for

Her mommy in the dark.

As she sat between the doors

Made of oaken bark.

Mom hurried to her weeping child.

She flung the great door wide

And looked into the teary eyes

That look out from inside.

"Mommy, I was stuck!" She sobbed

And leapt onto her neck.

"The room was dark and scary.

You didn't come and check."

"I'm sorry dear," the mother smiled

And hugged her little girl.

"I'm here now. I have got you."

They laughed and spun a twirl.

337. Mama Touched A Camel's Hump

Mama touched a camel's hump.

It stood high from the ground.

She reached and brushed the very top

And proudly looked around.

Mama touched a camel's hump

Although she didn't ride it.

Her tickled glee coursed to her toes.

And no, she didn't hide it.

Mama touched a camel's hump.

It didn't spit at her.

She didn't slap it on the rump

Or call the beast a cur. 

Mama touched a camel's hump

Before the day was done.

Now she must touch an elephant's trunk 

To say she's really won.

336. Mama Touched A Lion's Mane

Mama touched a lion's mane,

As he stood proud and strong.

As regal as a king at court,

Discerning right from wrong.

Mama touched a lion's mane

With no fear in her eyes.

She put her arm around his neck

And squeezed him side to side.

Mama touched a lion's mane.

Her hand caressed his hair.

His roughened locks were cool to touch,

Surounding fingers bare.

Mama touched a lion's mane

And gave her fist a pump.

And now adventure waits for her

To touch a camel's hump.

335. Eye To Eye

Eye to eye. Hand in hand.

One by sea or two by land.

How we form our little battle.

How we hold and take a stand.