The Danger of College Delicacies

Sloppy Stan woke up again

In his apartment near the newsstand

To see his roommate Sticky Steve

Just shout out loud “It’s Christmas eve!”

But this time of year was not filled with glee

Because when Sloppy Stan and Sticky Steve would appear

The girls would leave

So, they developed an affection for confection

Which at first, came without detection

And the taste, oh the taste was perfection

But after a while, they lost direction

And started to slow their progression

When the chocolate was gone

And they thought they were through

The boxes and wrappers were thrown

But not far, seeing how much they had grown

So they got in the car and began to drive

And traveled to be served

But the snow, oh the snow made them swerve

After Sloppy Stan and Sticky Steve returned

With candy in hand

they came to realize they couldn’t stand

We see from this poem

Because they had no sweeties

They failed to make a treaty

And came down with diabetes

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson

The Tragedy of Gnome Peter

Poor Gnome Peter came down with a fever.

But nobody helped, me neither.

So he went to his friend The Grim Reaper

Who was filled with the silence of a griever

Gnome Peter told him his tale of woe.

He had no home, and was laughed at by the other Garden Gnomes.

His hat was crooked and his knees were bruised by grass.

He needed to do something, and it had to be fast.

Gnome Peter tried to walk

But he couldn’t

no, not even a meter

So he sat down and cried

Because no matter how hard he tried

He felt like he had died

The Grim Reaper put his hand around Peter and said

“You are special, yes you are a leader.”

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson

The Search: A Ballad

The sky was black with no stars to shine

So the trees were perfect to hide behind

The only light came from the dream trail

A train of magic to make dreams shine

Ally stood at the front to drive and guide

But her thoughts were far, far, behind

She thought of her father, who she thought had died

But now she was searching to love and to find

The dream trail flew through the sky

The black-hearted shadowy sky

But hope was still there with Ally

No matter how low or how high

She smiled at the forest below and waved goodbye

But adventure was ahead, and it would be wonderful

Even if there was no Wi-Fi

In a place that is so colorful

The world can be a magical place

With beauty surrounding every tiny space

It all depends on how we see it

We can go on a journey at a nice pace

Or you could lose focus and make it a race

With the suns rising she set to the seas

And was refreshed by the oceans fresh breeze

She talked with her sister, but received only grief

But she would not stop, not by degrees

Nor by anything that makes you freeze

Ally knew her time was brief

So she sped up the dream trail, with the help of the breeze

And reached a place where there was no reef

Ally stepped in front of what looked like an ice palace

And up above was the aurora borealis

The Northern lights swirled like a dream

She stepped inside and saw a chalice

That was grabbed by a man that had no malice

He had a drink as he touched a beam

“You are here, Alice”

The voice was soft like water flowing down a stream

“The world can be a magical place

With beauty surrounding every tiny space

It all depends on how we see it

We can go on a journey at a nice pace

Or you could lose focus and make it a race”

He put his hand around her and took her outside

But all she wondered was why did he hide

“Father, it’s been so long”

The king looked at her eyes

And he started to cry

Because he too, thought she was gone

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson

A Teachers Desire

Art of the pun 101

Where kids will have so much fun

I’ll teach them to joke

So they can joke with the folks
And believe in the art of the pun

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson

The Oni

On dark nights

When the thunder claps

And winged birds

Cease to flap

He hides where you can’t see

If you want a friend

That’s what he will never be

In closets or in plain sight

He will transform

For peace or fright

He wields his club

Like a badge of honor

And if you get hit

You’ll be a goner

His horns are polished

Like a trophy

Which he received

For no fee

The demon will haunt you

With its skin so blue

Searching for power

And searching for you

The Oni will cause such a scare

Your fear will glue you

To your chair

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson