Writing The Child.com: 2019

All The King’s Horses

Where are those children
Who wanted to play?
Where are their toys,
Have they put them away?

Where is my son,
Has he grown up and gone?
My little daughter,
A child of her own?

All the king’s horses
And all the king’s men
Cannot put childhood
Together again.

~ By Russ Allison Loar
~ Click on image to enlarge
© All Rights Reserved

Clocks

I don’t like early mornings
When I’m still asleep.
I don’t like early bedtimes,
Alone and counting sheep.

Why should I pay attention
To all those clocks I see?
I listen to them ticking.
They listen not to me.

~ Poem and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
~ Click on image to enlarge
© All Rights Reserved

My Kitty Has A Dishrag

My kitty has a dishrag,
It’s pink and rough and wet,
She scrubs herself all over
When she comes home from the vet.

~ Poem and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
~ Click on image to enlarge
© All Rights Reserved

Sheeps

The hills are alive
With the sound of sheep,
They sleep all day long
But at night they creep,
Into the houses
Of young girls and boys
And put on their clothes
And play with their toys.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
~ Click on image to enlarge
© All Rights Reserved

What Is Art?

Cheese from a rat is like soap for a hog,
You can’t write your mother by using a log.
A nose is indifferent to all that is art,
The opera’s a good place to rip loose a fart.

~ Words and rat by Russ Allison Loar
~ Painting by Sam Francis at the Huntington Library & Gardens
~ Click on image to enlarge
© All Rights Reserved

Terrible Teapot Song

I'm a little teapot
Short and stout,
Kick me in the rear
And step on my snout.

I'm a little teapot
Fat and wide,
Take me to the slaughterhouse
And cut off my hide!

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
~ Click on image to enlarge
© All Rights Reserved