Homer's First Hockey Game

Today was a special day.
Little Homer could hardly wait.
This was the day daddy promised
To teach him how to skate.
Homer sat down, laced up his skates
And fit the helmet over his head.
Emotions were churning inside him.
He was excited and filled with dread.
As Homer took a step onto the ice
He fell down with a muffled plop.
When finally balance he started to gain
Poor Homer found he couldn’t stop!
He gritted his teeth, determined to learn
But each time he fell to the ice.
The big kids pointed and laughed at him.
He muttered to himself “that’s not nice!”
The hours flew by, his confidence grew.
One of the boys tossed him a puck.
Let’s see if you can play hockey
Or if this is just beginner’s luck.
Homer picked up a stick, tested the grip
And skated slowly across the rink.
The boys snickered at his efforts
They were sure that he would stink.
As they took off after Homer
Determine to make him regret.
Instead with a burst of lightening speed
Homer slapped the puck into the net.
They stared at him in amazement
With open jaws and wide eyes
He walked off the ice,he smiled
And with a wave called out “thanks guys”
So if anyone ever says you can’t do it
Or that you are too small to achieve
Just remember little Homer
You can do it - just believe.

The Monster Under The Bed

It’s nine o’clock.
Time to go to sleep.
But I know it’s there.
I can hear it creep.
The sun has gone down
The lights are dimmed.
As the shadows emerge
I see its evil grin.

It’s twelve o’clock
And the house is still.
Covers up to my chin
don’t ward off the chill.
Underneath my bed
I know it lays in wait.
I can picture it now
With a fork and a plate.

It’s two o’clock
My eyes want to close.
I fight as hard as I can
But my panic still grows.
I hear stealthy footsteps
And bumps in the night.
Sweat pours down my face
And I tremble in fright.

It’s 5 o’clock
And I am really tired.
It’s time to face my fear.
I don’t want to expire.
I muster some courage
My fists ready to box.
I look under my bed.
It’s just a pile of socks