Shout Hurray!

If you’re happy and you know it, 

Shout hurray! (Hurray!) 

If you’re happy and you know it, 

Shout hurray! (Hurray!) 

If you’re happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it, 

If you’re happy and you know it, 

Shout hurray! (Hurray!) 

Think of things that really brighten up

Your day! (Your day!) 

Like your family. And friends along

Your way! (Your way!) 

Cause they bring you special moments, so you don’t have to ‘alone’ it, 

Yes, they really help you brighten up  

Your day! (Hooray!) 

Now the things that really make you 

Feel okay! (Okay!) 

Like good food and music, skillfully  

Displayed! (Displayed!)

Cause they make your tummy happy, and your toes alive and ‘tappy’, 

Oh, the things that really make you  

Feel okay! (Hooray!) 

Now, lastly, there’s a rule we 

Should obey! (Obey!)

Makes everybody happy come 

What may! (What may!) 

Here's that rule (let’s put our mind to): Everyone I Will Be Kind To, 

We’ll all be happy and we’ll know it, 

Shout hurray! (Hurray!) 

Karen asks, "Write for me, please?"

We write because we like to please!

And we love her, you know that’s true,

So this is what we writers do . . .

We craft a poem based on a theme,

With pencils, sharp, and eyes agleam,

Each month we write and have such fun

We can't wait for another one,

With 'Shout Hurray!' how did I do?

Now, go and see the others, too:

Baking In A Tornado

Messymimi’s Meanderings

 

Bus(t)ing Home

 Because we lived a long, long way from town,

We had to ride the bus, us bunch of clowns,

And ‘early’ doesn’t quite describe our start…

Cause sunrise (with our ride), was oft’ a part.

We had adventures there, yes, that is true,

My friends and I, we laughed and read and drew,

The hour went by and turned to day from night…

And suddenly, the school’d come into sight.

At times, when it was raining cats and dogs,

The roads would turn from sandy soil to bog,

The vacuum windshield wipers, both would slow…

Whenever the bus driver tried to go.

One day the bus was having chills and pains,

Complaining as we drove across the plains,

At Angyal’s Hill, our driver told us, “Shush!”

Then made us all get out and start to push!

Now often, I hear folks talk ‘bout their past,

How ‘uphill both ways’ can’t be called a ‘blast’,

But they just simply can’t compete with us…

Cause we walked uphill AND we pushed the bus!

We win!

Photo Credit: Karen of bakinginatornado.com

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?

No politics next week, no strife,

We'll be discussing A Pet's Life!

Thinking of joining us for Poetry Monday?

We'd love to welcome you!
Topics for the next few weeks (with a huge thank-you to Mimi, who comes up with so many of them!)

The Bus (November 20) Today!

A Pet's Life (November 27)

Shoes (December 4)

Winter (December 11)

Cookies (December 18)

Christmas/Hanukkah/Holidays (Dec. 25)

The Future (January 1 My last Poetry Monday)