Showing posts with label JACK POETRY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label JACK POETRY. Show all posts

Sunday, February 19, 2012

JACK POETRY!

Oh yeaaah!
You come true.
Just like your baby
You're made by
Jee-sus!
(Jack, my 4 year old son, pictured here with his homemade guitar he made with a rolled up book and a rubberband. Sarah, my wife, overheard the above snippet of Jack Poetry while he was wandering through the house singing to himself and strumming away on his "guitar.")

For other installments of Jack Poetry click here.

Monday, June 6, 2011

JACK POETRY

I'm gonna eat the coldness
I'm gonna get dressed
In hotness
'Cause the sun is hot
And the moon is cold
I'm gonna catch the moon
And eat it
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

JACK POETRY

When I pee
In my pull up
It makes my bed
Feel warmer.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

JACK POETRY

I'm bigger than you.
My language is in my drawer.
I took my language out.
I spit and now you’re stuck in my pasta.
I'm bigger than you.
I have a giant belly button.
I can’t see because of my giant nose.
Even though I’m more littler
I'm bigger than you.
It’s true. I am. I really am.
I come in and I roar like this
ROAR!
And everybody runs away
Cause I’m big.
Bigger than you.

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Here's a bonus Jack poem for your reading pleasure-

Today is tomorrow
Yesterday is not tomorrow
Today is...
This is just today
Only today

Sunday, March 13, 2011

MOVE OVER CHARLIE SHEEN

This morning, as I listened to my three-and-a-half year old, Jack, playing with an odd assortment of toys on the bricks in front of our fireplace it occurred to me that perhaps you could take his utterances, which are odd at times, sheenesque even, distill them down and present them in the form of poetry. So I grabbed a pen and some paper and would occasionally cherry-pick some of his choicest comments out of the air. So, allow me to present to you for the first time the poet genius, Jack Tate. (To create the mood you might want to dim the lights, get some coffee and play some soft jazz in the background as you read. Also, it's best read aloud.)

The sky is hungry.
So is the trees.
Wolves drink fish.
Actually red fish.
I'm a hungry wolf.
Him gonna fly.
Him gonna fly to you.
'Cause Him don't
Need a car.
Wheeeeeeeeeeee!
Watch out!
Stay there blue-one!
It's okay.
I won't drop you.
Me gonna eat you.