Collected from a lifetime of honks, scribbles, and stolen moments beneath the willow.

The Ballad of the Brave Little Beetle

A beetle so small, yet so bold,
Faced a frog (or so I am told).
With a wink and a grin,
He declared, “I’ll win!”
And left that poor frog in the cold.

Ode to a Feather Lost

A feather adrift on the breeze,
Is a message the heart softly frees.
Though the wind may erase
Where it lands, in what place —
Its memory brings gentle ease.

The Lament of the Lily Pad Poet

I sat on a pad in the rain,
And tried to compose my refrain.
But the drops made me slip,
And I fell with a flip —
A soggy end to my brain.

The Quack That Echoed Twice

There once was a duck with a song,
That echoed the pond all day long.
The goose said, “Enough!”
But the duck called his bluff,
And they both sang the same honking throng.

Mother’s Favorite Moral Rhyme

Be kind in your word and your deed,
And gentle to those most in need.
For a rhyme that is cruel
Is the tool of a fool —
Let kindness be what you breed.

The Honk-Limerick That Got Me Banned (Almost)

There once was a goose from the dell,
Whose limericks rang like a bell.
But one was too bold,
Or so I was told —
The Elders said, “Nevermore, well…”

A Parting Rhyme

When verses fade, when feathers fall,
Remember: love outlives them all.