The very thristy Googily in my closet

“Mom, there’s a Googily in my closet.
That I’ve never, ever seen.
But I hear it each night
As I drift off to dream
It usually doesn’t bug me,
But tonight, I can’t rest.
So please mom, the Googily
has one small request.
A glass of water
Is all he requires
Then back in the closet
Or wherever he desires”

“OK”, she said with sarcastic smile
“Anything for your Googily
Just give me a while.”

“Gee whiz, thanks mom,
He sure will love it.”

“Well, son, tell your Googily
to think nothing of it.”

"THANKS” boomed a voice
that shook the walls and fixtures.
Mom froze, swallowed hard and said:
“Perhaps I’ll get a pitcher.”

Wonderthink

Ever wonder if we’re all alone
or if a world exists far from home?
Could there be some kids at play
on a planet zillions of miles away?
Or maybe there’s a universe that’s really small.
That exists inside my basketball.
Or maybe there’s one that’s really big.
And we’re just a speck of dirt on a humongous pig.
Have you ever had the strange sensation
That we’re all in someone’s imagination?
Ever felt like you’ve done something before?
Like you know what’s on the other side of a door?
There’s so much in this world that we don’t understand.
Are we just a small part of a big, beautiful plan?
Or is it just an idea that went awry?
Could it all be over in the blink of an eye?
So Mom? Dad? If it’s all just a dream,
I’d sure like to have another bowl of ice cream.

Attention span

I like pizza.
Read to me.
I like to count.
A-B-C.
Can we get a dog?
Hey, what’s for lunch?
When’s Halloween?
Can I have some punch?
Turn on the TV.
Click. Click. Click.
Let’s run around now.
Quick. Quick. Quick.
It’s not that I’m strange
just please understand
I’m merely a kid
with no attention span.