Poetry by Cereal Daddy

Jason would like me to remind everyone out there that what is posted here is copyrighted. It's MY stuff (with the exception of it occassionally being JASON'S stuff) and please don't use it unless you ask first. If it belongs to someone else, I promise to cite it correctly. I actually passed that part of english.

Anyway, Jason has been in writing mood as of late. Keep in mind, he doesn't write like I do. Me, I can go on and on and on and on and ....well, you get the idea. My husband keeps it short and sweet. It's also pretty creative and very humorous. So sit back and enjoy a few poems from the Cereal Daddy set. Oh, they don't have titles. No, I don't know why. I love the man, but hey, titles don't seem to be the focus.

When I grow up, I don't want to be
a student of science or psychology
a doctor or lawyer, a farmer or dentist
police officer, fireman, or pharmacist.

I want to breathe fire and fly through the sky
I want to be a dragon, not a guy in a tie
A great big red dragon with razor sharp claws
and rows of big fangs inside my jaws

Nobody would boss me
no one would be rude
nobody would cross me
or ruin my good mood

I would be a great helper
how useful I'd be
in case somebody's cat
were to get caught in a tree

I could roast you hot dogs
and toast you marshmellows
i'd be the envy
of all the girls and the fellows

I'd sleep in a stadium
because I'm so big
I'd fill it with candy
and eat like a pig

I'd become so famous
that one day I may
instead of the reindeer
go and pull Santa's sleigh

When I grow up
What a dragon I'll be!
Maybe somday
you can come visit me


My cat smells funny
I let her outside
now she reeks
like something that died

She's lickin' her paws
she's lickin' her ear
she's lickin' her belly
she's lickin' her rear

Now I can see
something that makes me turn pale
hanging out of her mouth
Hey, do I see a tail?


I don't like this game
the game doesn't work
i think it is broken
my opponet's a jerk

They are all cheating
I used to be good
when I played by myself
win yes I could

I'll knock all the pieces down
and then run away
it's not my fault
that I'm having a bad day


I'm saving my pennies
for a big shiny car
I'm saving my pennies
right here in this jar

Not for a rainy day
not for skies that are blue
not for some candy
or a gumball to chew

But a great big car
with a convertable top
one I can drive far
without having to stop

So I'm saving my pennies
So I can drive clear to heaven
I hope I've enough pennies
so far, I've got eleven


Jesus can you hear me
If I speak really loud?
I'd telephone if I had the
extenstion for the right cloud

Jesus can you see me
if I jump up and down?
You're you up there
and I'm here on the ground

At least you can smell me
when I don't take a bath
Momma says I stink to high heaven
I'll let you do the math


Prayers and blessings everyone. I hope you enjoyed Jason's silliness and have a wonderful rest of the week.