Children's Poem: "To a Snowflake ..."

To a Snowflake ...

by CJ Heck

Hello there, little snowflake.
Where are all your friends?
Should I expect a lot of them
before the morning ends?

I love it when you visit me
and you all fall down together.
I get dressed to visit you,
toasty warm in cold, cold weather.

It's fun the way you all pile up
outside in my back yard.
I like to roll you in a ball
and make a snowman -- it's not hard.

Or maybe, I will build a fort.
All my friends will come and play,
and if you plan to stay awhile,
we'll come see you every day!

Sometimes, I make snow angels
and their arms and legs look puffy,
but I can only do that IF
you come down light and fluffy.

Could I ask you guys a favor?
White is nice, but nothing's duller ...
Could you all please -- just one time --
come down in hearts, or colors?

[from the book, "Barking Spiders 2", by CJ Heck]

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“A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write.” ~CJ Heck

Santa Claus Loves Books ...

A Whole Tree of Books!

Ho! Ho! Ho! 

Merry Christmas!

I know you're busy, but I want to tell you a secret.

Shhhhh ... I know Santa Claus.  

Santa told me he loves to read and he loves filling his sleigh with books for gifts and stocking stuffers.

Hey!  How about my books?  I have one for every age.

A book is the perfect gift for children, parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, teachers, sisters and brothers, and friends  ... 

Children’s Books:  [Paperback or Kindle]

Barking Spiders and Other Such Stuff

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Barking Spiders 2 (the sequel)

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Me Too! Preschool Poetry

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Adult Books:  [Paperback or Kindle]

Anatomy of a Poet

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Bits and Pieces from a Writer's Soul

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Merry Christmas!  

~Hugs from CJ


“A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write.” ~CJ Heck

Who is CJ Heck, Really?

Hi, I'm CJ/

Whether you are an Author, Reader, a Contributing Writer, or a combination, and now My Friend, I thank you.  It's been a pleasure and I'm glad I 'know' you.

Most of you know me as a Blogger. I have three different blogs and I invite articles, short stories and poetry for all of them.

Occasionally, I even write something myself, when I have the time, so you might also know me as a Writer and Poet.

Or maybe I've done some editing for you on an article, a short story, or book, so you know me as a Freelance Editor.

Something else I love to do is help Authors promote their books.  I do that here on CJ's Writer Thoughts, and I also proudly promote books written by Vietnam veterans on my other blog, Memoirs From Nam.

Authors need all the help they can get -- hiring a Book Publicist is often just too expensive and not something that fits into most budgets. As a senior citizen, that's true for me, as well.

Now, that being said ....

Every so often, I like to remind everyone that I Am Also An Author ... I've written three books for children and two for adults.

Children’s Books:  

Barking Spiders and Other Such Stuff
(The first book, published in 2000)

Midwest Book Review:
child's perspective. Often funny, sometimes introspective, always honest, these poems form a brilliant introduction for young readers to the magic of poetry and rhyme."

OHIOana Quarterly:
"If children could write poetry about the things in their lives, it might not sound like these poems ... but the feelings they experience are sure to be familiar, as they listen to or read this collection. Insights and thoughts about belly buttons, toe jam, Bandaids, and passing gas will cause chuckles from young readers and their parents." (Barbara Maslekoff)

Poetry Today Online:
"Well, it's time for a little fun, folks. Put away all those boring grownup books and let's sit down and read Barking Spiders and Other Such Stuff. This is CJ Heck's first book of children's poetry and it is a delight!"

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Barking Spiders 2 

(the sequel book to Barking Spiders)

Nominated for the 2011 Cybils Children's Book Award in Poetry 

In this long-awaited sequel to her first Barking Spiders book, CJ Heck continues her journey to help children experience life through poetry with her unique blend of humor, insight, sensitivity, and with an understanding that, like adults, children wish to make sense of the world they live in. 

And when it still doesn't make sense? Well, she helps them see that's okay, too, because it doesn't always make sense.

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Me Too! Preschool Poetry
(Poetry for the little ones, to get them started)

Preschool: that brief period of childhood when everything is either black, or white, a time of Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, and the grey area in between black and white hasn't yet begun. 

It's the last true age of innocence, when mommy and daddy are the good guys, pretending is a profession, and bugs are just tiny friends. 

Wouldn't it be fun to have a grownup friend who understands, someone to say it's okay if the world doesn't always make sense? CJ Heck is that grownup friend. She's been entertaining children and grownups with her poetry since 1999 through her website, and then with the release of her first book "Barking Spiders (and Other Such Stuff)" in 2000. 

Sit back, get comfy, and read "Me Too!" with a child-- it's time to get back in touch with your own inner child again and remember, remember, remember ...

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Comments:

"You are one of the most gifted children's poets I have ever read!"
~ Todd-Michael St. Pierre 

"CJ, You are every primary teachers dream come true. I have found that rhyming words are important for six year olds when learning to spell and read. I love your poetry! You never cease to amaze me."
~Joyce Bowling 

"How I would have loved to have been a child in your world. Excellent doesn't even come close ..."
~Georg Mateos 

"CJ, your work is not only brilliant, it is a joy to the spirit and restores youth to our hearts. You have a gift for writing what kids think and feel. Thank you CJ."
~ E T Waldron 

"CJ, You fly everyone away on daydreams and wishes, boo-boos and bats, frog legs and monkeys, and old circus clowns. I can't think of a single children's poet(and I've read a few) that has the ability to marry the children's poem with a life's lesson like you do and keep it fun. You need to go on Oprah. Yes, my dear, CJ, you fly."
~Rusty Daily 

"I love your childrens poetry. It's like you revert to the child you're writing about. Sometimes I wish I could go back and make it all different. Your poems help me see what I missed. "
~K. Mulroney 

"My dear CJ, you have a heart of innocence in your adorable, creative writes!"
~Karla Dorman 

"Your work reminds me of Dr. Suess, sincerely. "
~Andy Turner 

"There is a sweet child residing in your heart."
~Victor Buhagiar 

"What a uniquely sensitive mind you have, CJ. The children must adore your writes. I know I sure do."
~Richard Cederberg 

"I love how you get into a child's heart with your writing, CJ."
~Sheila G. 

"You teach simple truths in such a childlike manner. They are delightful to read."
~J.M. 

"Your children's poem, To A Baby Firefly, is a winner nursery rhyme and it belongs in the classic children's bedtime story books."
~Gloria Buono Daly 

"You make me wish I was a kid again."
~Brett Moore 

"Your inner child always shines through in your work."
~Joseph OneLight

Adult Books:  

Anatomy of a Poet

(Poetry for Grownups)

The Story Behind the Book:

"There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken. There is a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable. There is a sorrow beyond all grief, which leads to joy. And a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength. There is a hollow space too vast for words through which we pass with each loss, out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being." ~ Bri Maya Tiwari

That quote describes not only my life, but the poetry in "Anatomy of a Poet".

One of six children, I grew up in a small Ohio town and married my high school sweetheart at nineteen. A Vietnam War widow at twenty, I went on to marry twice more. I made a lot of choices, some good, some not so good, but as my poem, "Choices", ends,

"... at least I made choices. How sad for those who merely hitchhike along, never daring to choose at all."

"Anatomy of a Poet" was written over a period of nearly forty years. The poetry is rich with memoir, humor and, at times, it is sensual in nature.

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Comments:

"I have known C.J. Heck as an very talented author for well over a year now. Her words are enlightening and charismatic to people of all ages. It has been a privilege and honor knowing her and reading her prolific pen. I highly recommend her work to all."
~Janet Caldwell (COO Inner Child Press) 

"Your poems are a breath of fresh air."
~John Domino 

"I purchased Anatomy of a Poet today...I could hardly put it down! The poetry is filled with a pleasant mix of emotions. I encourage everyone to buy this book. Love it!"
~Joyce Bowling 

"CJ, I thoroughly enjoyed your book! Too often poetry is written so abstractly that it leaves the reader with more questions as to the point of the writing, rather than the insight, or inspiration. This is NOT true of your poetic verses. Your words are indeed poignant, resonating feelings to the reader intended by you, the writer. Words from the heart that penetrate the soul!"
~Sharla Shultz 

"You are one talented writer."
~Lynn Barry 

"I am not a poetry critic, so I cannot compare CJ's poetry with others, evaluate her mastery of the language use, or classify her to any particular school of poetry. But having read the poems I felt something. The messages she conveys are clear and direct. She does not go through mental elaboration and her poetry touches the heart. Reading her poems made me feel nostalgic and longing at the same time -- as if nostalgia and expectation are one and the same."
~Eleftheria Egel 

"My kind of poetry ... wonderful, marvelous poetry that touches on the realities of life."
~Jack Henry Kraven 

"This is my kind of poetry. Direct, beautifully expressed and without a hint of pretension."
~Allison Cassidy 

"CJ, you have a beautiful way of writing that obviously can get in touch with people and provoke them to think about what you are saying, which is a very difficult skill to grasp. Congratulations on the amazing work."
~Lyrael Myrna 

"CJ is predominately viewed as a writer of works for children, but CJ now carries over her approach to more adult themes. In doing so, she presents a profound world that is deeply sad, incredibly humorous and sometimes intimate."
~Joseph Daly

Bits and Pieces from a Writer's Soul
(A Collection of 22 Short Stories and Flash Fiction)

Publisher's Review:

"A collection of twenty short, and flash fiction stories by published poet, writer, blogger and author, CJ Heck. 

She's been entertaining children, adults, and schools for over a decade with her humor, insight, unique perspective of life, and the human heart, through her poetry. Now, she does it again through her fiction.

Many of the stories have nostalgic themes, others, CJ's own special blend of humor and sensitivity. Covered are many subjects, such as, finding a headless body near a sewer drain in the city, internet dating, and a grandfather and grandson teaching each other about life and love, while feeding pigeons in the park. One of CJ's personal favorites has a surprise ending, one you won't expect."

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Comments:

"CJ's writing ability is a testament to talent and passion. Her ability to craft words into emotion and movement is remarkable."
~Lexy Page (Owner/Freelance Photographer at GA Page Photography) 

"CJ is a writer that comes through as a great communicator but you also have a strong feeling of friendship with her and her pen. She touches your heart in special ways. She makes you feel like you have lived this story."
~James McCraney (Owner, James McCraney Financial, LLC) 

"I loved this book. These are a very clean short stories of a few pages each. When finished, I felt like I knew the writer as if she was a relative or a neighbor, definitely one that I would like to see often. She has a knack for pouring out her soul on paper and it makes you feel as if you have known her for a long time. I would love to meet her in person some day."
~Susan East 

"Might I bow to you in respect for the abilities your pen contains."
~Phillip William Allen 

"CJ, what a gift you have. Every word imparts a vivid image that fills the hearts and souls of your readers with a remembering. Yes, it's the littlest moments that you paint so well and spell out with glowing simplicity."
~Adryan Rotica 

"CJ, You write so well. You are an ispiration."
~Laura Mayer 

"You will enjoy the eclectic stories in "Bits and Pieces" displaying CJ's vivid and wide-ranging imagination. Writers, like CJ Heck, should be allowed to live one hundred fifty years. How else could they reveal all they have to offer? 

Do yourself a favor and read all of CJ's work. She is at the peak of a mountain of talented writers. She writes to the souls of all men, women, and children."
~ Russell Daily 

"You are such a natural and spontaneous writer, who freely gives of her soul to her readers. You never fail to amuse and entertain with your brilliant and witty writes. You have a razor sharp mind and acute awareness of what makes people tick, or tock."
~ Peter Paton 

"Amazing talent."
~Kimmy Van Kooten 

"An incredible writer."
~Rhonda Galizia

“A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write.” ~CJ Heck

Children's Poems: For Bedtime

Angel Sleeping

There are angels all around us, complete with halos and wings. If you don't believe what I tell you, go into a child's bedroom and watch them sleep ... ~CJ Heck

Sleepytime Prayer

by CJ Heck

God bless my bedroom.
God bless my bed.
God bless the pillow
where I lay my head.

God bless my mommy.
Bless my dad, too.
They chase away monsters
that live in my room.

God bless my brother.
Bless my dog and my cat,
and, OK, my sister,
(even though she's a brat).

Thanks God, and Amen.
Now, up off my knees.
Wait! I forgot something.
God bless me, too, please.


("Sleepytime Prayer" from the book, "Barking Spiders 2 (sequel)", by CJ Heck)

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Bedtime Prayer

by CJ Heck

Now I lay me down in bed.
All my prayers and night-nights said.

Snuggle bunny, teddy bear,
toasty blankie, all are here.

Out with the light
so dreams will come.

Thank you, God.
Now ... where's my thumb?
(Night-Night)


("Bedtime Prayer" from the book, "Me Too Preschool Poetry", by CJ Heck)

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Night-Night

by CJ Heck

Night-night moon.
Night-night stars.
Night-night noisy
trucks and cars.

Night-night sand box.
Night-night toys.
Night-night other
girls and boys.

Night-night mom.
Night-night dad.
Night-night Boogie Man
who's not bad.

It's time to go to sleep now,
most all my night nights said.
Night-night blankie.
Night-night bed.


["Night-Night" from the book, "Barking Spiders and Other Such Stuff", by CJ Heck)

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“A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write.” ~CJ Heck

Child-Speak: Made Up Words of Childhood

Bethany, Heather, Carrie

I miss the days when my three daughters were little.  Now they're grown and raising my eleven grandchildren.

One thing I used to love is how they made up words for things they didn't know the real name for. I always called it, "child-speak".

I remember once overhearing a conversation between Carrie, the oldest, and Heather, the youngest. They were watching TV together on the couch.

Carrie asked Heather if she would tickle her back for awhile. Heather said she would, IF she could borrow a clo from Carrie.

Carrie seemed all right with that. She knew just what Heather was asking, because she said, "Okay".

Whatever a "clo" was, they had made an equally beneficial barter and both girls were satisfied. The more I thought about it, the more curious I became, until finally, I had to ask, "Girls? What's a clo?"

Carrie matter of factly stated, "A clo is a clo, mom. You can have a lot of clothes, but just ONE of them is a clo."

(Hmmm ... how stupid of me).

Noo-Noo

Here's another example of child-speak. Sesame Street had an animated typewriter guy on the word segment of the show.

He had this cute little song-sound that he made when he wheeled to the left or right across the TV screen, "Noo-Nee Noo-Noo", or something similar to that.

But I digress … in the following scenario, I hadn't seen him yet.

We were all in the car headed to the library and a tiny foreign car pulled up beside us at a red light. One of the girls pointed to it and yelled out, "Hey look!  Look!  A Noo-Noo car!" 

The other two understood perfectly and they were excited. As I said, I had never seen the little typewriter guy on Sesame Street, so again I had to ask ...

What follows is yet one more child-speak word, an invention of three little girls who had to play inside on a rainy Saturday afternoon.  

I found them in the bathroom mixing a bowl of ... something kinda-sorta green.  When I asked what it was, they all proudly replied, "Hey Mommy, we invented Permagosh!" 

Inventing Permagosh

"Permagosh"

From "Barking Spiders 2" (the sequel)

Mommy's on the couch.
Daddy's in his chair.
I'm in a corner on a stool ...
yeah, they put me here

'cause I did somethin' naughty
that I'm not supposed to do.
I invented Permagosh
mixing things with their shampoo.

First a real long worm of toothpaste,
then a cloud of shaving cream,
then two glugs of mouthwash
('cause I love the color green).

I stirred it in a mixing bowl.
Boy it smelled real good!
It was even looking better
than I ever thought it would!

Could it be a cure for cancer?
Take the itch from skeeter bites?
Or maybe, heal a sunburn
when it hurts to sleep at night? 

Two shakes of baby powder
made it WAY too hard to stir,
so I added Mommy's perfume.
Permagosh smelled just like her!

Eww ... then the bowl tipped over.
Permagosh was on the floor
and when I turned around,
my mom was by the door.

Now mommy's on the couch.
Daddy's in his chair.
I'm in a corner on a stool ...
yeah, they put me here.


Enjoy your Sunday, my friends.
~Hugs, CJ


“A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write.” ~CJ Heck

Miss Amy's Story Time at the Library

A Library is Full of Books and Adventures

I get all warm and fuzzy when I'm in a book store, or a library these days.

For me, it began a long time ago, when mama took us to the children's room of the Coshocton Public Library for the Saturday morning book readings by Miss Amy.

I remember feeling the anticipation start to build, the moment Mama opened the heavy oak door and herded all of us into the enormous entrance lobby.

In my imagination, this was a revered ceremony.  The opening of the huge door was our grand entrance to a castle of suspense and mystery, and we held the keys to its treasure, the books themselves.

The last and most sacred part of the ceremony was when Mama finally cautioned, "Shhh, remember, only our quiet voices, please." 

With each step up to the main room, past the formidable librarian at her desk, there was even more expectation, as I tried to envision what adventure Miss Amy would take us on that morning.

Walking through the library, the towering shelves rose to the ceiling on either side of me. Rows and rows of books were visible in every direction I turned and the vision always filled me with awe and wonder. Stories and adventures were everywhere, and I wanted to hear them all!

In the children's book room, Miss Amy sat, waiting, in her usual rocking chair. The chosen book was in her lap and her hands rested upon it, as she waited for the oval rug in front of her to fill with children. I sat quietly, struggling hard to contain my excitement.

Miss Amy's Story Time

What book had she chosen to read? Where would this new adventure take me? Would it be sad, or funny, or maybe even filled with ... DANGER?

I knew it didn't really matter.  I would ride on Miss Amy's words to anywhere and everywhere the author took me, until the very last page.

Then suddenly, it was time. Miss Amy welcomed us to Story Time, watching our eager faces, as she slowly opened the book to the first page.

With the very first sentence, I was captured.  As the magic unfolded, I was no longer me, sitting on a rug in the children's room of the public library. I was inside the book, living through her words, and transported to another time and place.

That's when I knew ... I wanted to be an author and write books.

Realizing my Dream

In June of 2000, I finally realized that dream.  But I still remember the wonder and awe I found as a child, every time I'm in a library, or bookstore.  (And it's always special, when some of the books I'm surrounded by are mine).

Now I know the joy Miss Amy felt, while doing her Story Time readings. I've grown addicted to seeing that same magic in the faces of children when I do a school visit, as they live within my words.



“A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write.” ~CJ Heck

Children's Poem: Dear Santa

Santa Claus

Dear Santa ...

by CJ Heck

You always bring me many things, 

my little sister, too, 

things we love to play with 

and so many things to do. 

I see you in big limos 

waving at us in parades. 

I see you in the shopping malls 

and even in arcades. 

I see you on the corners 

where you're ringing little bells. 

I see you talking on TV 

advertising big hotels. 

It causes me to wonder 

if you're really really there, 

or are you just too busy 

with all those things to care? 

See, I have a best friend, Tommy, 

and I'm sending his address 

so this year you won't miss his house, 

'cause Tommy, he's the best. 

Please, Santa, take some time off 

from those other things you do 

and this year, visit Tommy's house? 

He needs some presents, too.

[From the Book, "Barking Spiders and Other Such Stuff", 2000, by CJ Heck]

"A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write." ~CJ Heck

Children's Poem: "The Blue Bird"

Blue Bird

When I was a little girl, we had a huge old apple tree in the side yard. It's long branches came within inches of my bedroom window.

The tree was well past its prime and I can't remember it ever bearing more than one or two apples in a season -- and those weren't very good. That didn't matter, though, because it was a great climbing tree.

 My siblings and I would climb way up and then out onto the massive branches to look down on those who were playing on the ground.

I remember sitting up there for hours just listening to the sounds of summer, or getting lost between the pages of a favorite book.

In the mornings, the most amazing little blue bird would visit me. He sat on the closest branch to my bedroom window in the old apple tree. It always fascinated me, the way he just sat there staring at me while I stared at him. I pretended to have conversations with him, wondering what it would be like to be a bird.

Then one day, during the summer I turned eleven, we had a huge thunderstorm. I always loved storms, still do, but I remember the wind howled and the lightning and thunder put on an epic show. 

Suddenly, there was a loud C-R-A-C-K. A bolt of lightning had hit the old apple tree and split it right down the middle. Both halves lay across from each other in the yard.  To this day, I still don't know how either of the halves missed hitting our house.

Anyway, this poem for children came from those summers with the little blue bird and the old apple tree ...

The Blue Bird

by CJ Heck

If I could be an animal
I think I’d like to be
just like the little blue bird
that’s sitting in my tree.

I look at him and wonder
what it’s like when you can fly.
I’ll bet the world looks beautiful
from up there in the sky.

There would be no traffic jams
or stop signs in the air.
No bumpy roads with potholes
would ever be up there.

Each night I wish upon the stars
that I could be a bird
but it never ever happened,
so I don't think they heard.

But I’d miss my mom and dad
and who’d be there at night
to help me brush my teeth
and tuck me in real tight?

He looks at me each morning
from the same branch in my tree.
While I sit wishing I was him,
is he wishing he was me?


(from the book, "Barking Spiders 2", by CJ Heck

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Children's Poem: "My Teddy Bear"

Little Girl and Teddy Bear

“There’s just something about a teddy bear that’s impossible to explain. When you hold one in your arms, you get a feeling of love, comfort and security. It’s almost supernatural.”- James Ownby

My Teddy Bear

by CJ Heck

My teddy bear was getting old.
I showed him to my dad.
The threads that made his mouth were gone.
My teddy bear looked so sad.

His round dark eyes were crooked.
His button nose hung down.
It made me cry to look at him,
my teddy bear, soft and brown.

A jagged hole showed stuffing
poking through along one side.
I had to hug him gently,
so it wouldn’t grow more wide.

When Dad showed him to Mommy,
she fixed him up like new.
His button nose was tight again.
His mouth was smiling, too.

His eyes were side by side
just like they used to be,
and when I sat and talked to him,
he looked right back at me.

She pushed the stuffing in again,
then sewed the hole with thread,
and when I went to sleep last night,
he was with me on my bed.

You know that someone loves you
by the little things they do.
Sometimes that means much more
than even saying “I love you.”


(from the book, Barking Spiders 2, by CJ Heck)

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Children's Poem: "Muddles"

The Joy of Finding a Mud Puddle

There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million. ~Walt Streightiff

While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.
~Angela Schwindt

I thought it would be nice to give children a poem today, especially since I predominantly write for children.

I feel safe in saying this poem is based on the childhoods of every adult, (male or female), all across the country.

I think everyone can remember the joy in finding a fresh mud puddle ... and the battle we lost to our self-control.

Oh, and if you would please read it out loud in your best four-year old voice ...

Muddles

by CJ Heck

Splashing-sploshing the mud in puddles
I will call what I made "muddles".

Run and jump, my feet go splishy.
Bare toes feel good, squashy-squishy.

Uh oh, muddles frickled my new pants!
I wiped it worse 'cause it’s on my hands!

Dripsy-drops are EVERY place!
It’s in my hair! It’s on my face!

It’s on my shirt, and there, and THERE!
Muddles got me everywhere!

Muddles bubbles in my smell.
Is it in BOTH holes? I just can’t tell,

and every twirl I go, it goes!
Ewww, here comes Mommy with the hose.

Mommy said just LOOK at me!
I can’t cause muddles are in my see,

but there's no muddles in my ears
and Mommy’s yells fill up my hears!

Now dripples are raining down, oh well,
it’s raining muddles off my smell.

My poor muddles ... now they’re moosh.
I slippered and sat right in the goosh.

The hose rains muddles off my thumb,
it's raining muddles from on my bum,

now there’s NOwhere muddles stayed
cause dripples made it go away.

I can’t play now, not here OR there
cause I’m in a corner on a chair

and Mommy’s washing ALL my clothes.
She said, "Why mud? I’ll never know."

Would I still have so many troubles
if I called it something else, not muddles?


(from the book, "Me Too!  Preschool Poetry", by CJ Heck)

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"A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write." ~CJ Heck