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Black
Dalmatian spots,
Kitty cats.
Santa’s boots,
Old top hats.
A hockey puck,
A button nose.
A spring bear cub,
A fire hose.
Karate belt,
Midnight sky.
Leather jacket,
Black berry pie.
A garden spider,
A jelly bean.
A tire swing,
An African Queen.
Black
White
A wisp of cloud,
A wedding veil.
A bright round moon,
A ship’s full sail.
Baby’s breath, a wedding bow,
Smooth dove wings, cold Winter snow.
A lightning bolt,
A spooky ghost.
A slice of bread,
A bubbly toast.
Mother’s milk, a polar bear,
Queen Anne’s Lace, Grandmother’s hair.
White
18 years of joy
of happiness and excitement too,
18 years of love and laughter
in one enjoyable you.
You are my darling daughter
my precious baby girl,
I adore your green-blue eyes
and every single curl.
You have my sense of humor
and your daddy’s strength of will,
You are very independent
with a multitude of skill.
You have a tender heart,
it’s as warm as the sun,
You have a flare for art
and knack for a good pun.
I love you, love you, love you
you are my daughter from end to end,
I love you, love you, love you
you are my sunshine and my friend.
It takes a great deal of skill to ride a monkey. I should know. I’ve ridden one. Unlike most horses, I seemed to be a natural at it. Mother was so proud the first time I jumped on a monkey’s back and coaxed it into a steady jog around the court. I remember it as if it were only yesterday. The sun was shining so bright that day, the trees, outlining the fringes of the court, were in full bloom. The air was warm and filled with the scent of roses from my mother’s garden.
There were some in attendance who weren’t as happy as Mother. My friends were so jealous, but I didn’t care, everyone else was on their feet applauding my grand achievement. Shortly after, Mother entered me and my monkey in tournaments. We had to jump over great, big walls and weave in-and-out of mazes with sharp turns. At the end of each tournament, we were awarded ribbons and trophies taller than me.
My reputation as a skilled monkey rider spread far and wide. Newspapers wrote stories about me with headlines in big, black letters on the front page. Universities asked me to give commencement speeches at their graduation ceremonies. I was even invited to meet the Queen of England and the President of the United States.
Tomorrow, my monkey and I will do something no one has done before. We are going to blast off to the moon. Once we arrive, we’re going to the surface, and riding all the way around it 100 times without stopping. I’m not sure what we’ll do after that, any suggestions?
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Yesterday I had the good fortune of meeting author Artie Bennett at River Reads, at Prallsville Mills, in Stockton, New Jersey. Mr. Bennett has written several books that will surely delight and educate children of all ages.
Through rhyming verse and lively illustrations, Bennett’s books address topics that children thoroughly enjoy laughing about. Some of his titles include The Butt Book and Poopendous!
www.artiebennett.com
www.artiebennett.com