Submissions by FazzleDazzle

Have you ever woke up on one side of the bed
When you should have woke up on the other instead?
Maybe you wonder why things are not going
The way that you think that they should to your knowing
And you crawl out of bed and you glare at the clock
With a frump on your face, and a mope in your walk
More problems than pleasures puddle your brain
For one ray of sunshine there’s ten drops of rain

And I’ll be that the coffee you sipped was too hot
While your shower that morning was certainly not
And the mud that splattered your pants was not subtle...

One day up the sand on a beach by the ocean
A frothy waved hand left a fish with the notion
To walk on dry land and see what’s the commotion
So he took his first steps with a flip-floppy motion

And a tree was the first thing that came into sight
“What seaweed!” The fish thought and flip-flopped with delight
“How does it stay standing all on its own might?
It’s bark” the fish thought, “Must be worse than its bite”

And so he flopped on though not far I’m assured
When he flopped in his tracks at a fish so absurd
That it’s hard to describe using...

The Suit and the Stair
both had a case
though neither would say much about it
And the people were fair
as the Stair and the Suit
were Brief and didn't loudly shout it

Then along came a Book
with his long strings of words
that didn't stop for a year and a day
And when finally he rested
his case on a Pillow
everyone got locked up away

There once was a dog
That was always so hot
He wore shorts and laid by fans

The other canines
Said he wouldn't cool down
Until he tried on some pants

One day just like most all the others
A curious thing did happen
A turtle head poked out his shell
Awakened from his nappin
For on the Terp a Stork did perch
Bluh-flurmagin and flappin

“What if wings were more like things
That everybody owns?
Like pocket change” the Stork exclaimed
“Or teeny tiny phones!
And if you can’t afford them you
Can get them out on loans!”

And the Bird did rest his beak at last
But only from parched throat
While the Terp took pen from pad and looked at what he wrote
For turtles ears are not enough...