Writing The Child

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
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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
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Heaven

You can find heaven right where you are.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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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
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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
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What A Little Bird Told Me

Talk is cheep!

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Under The Sea

Strange things happen under the sea!
Not to you,
Not to me.
Isn't it grand
To live on land?

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Children Have A Chance

Children have a chance
To change what their parents have done,
To set aside the old ways,
To walk in the light of the sun.

~ Poem and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Imagine

If you are not living the life you imagined,
imagine the life you are living.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Home On The Range

Home On The Range
On The Horse

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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No Surprises

I like to go shopping
In the deep blue sea,
Where no one is surprised
By creatures like me.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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What Is this?

This is a mother whale,
Swimming in the ocean
With her baby,
Coming up for air.

She is an abstract whale,
Swimming in an abstract ocean
With her abstract baby,
Coming up for some abstract air.

The abstract sun is shining
And the abstract water is warm.

The mother and her baby are happy.
They don't mind being abstract
Because they are really alive somewhere.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Stoopid

Just cause I'm stoopid don't mean I ain't got no brains!

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Dirt Devil

He's smelly and mean,

You can't get him clean,

He hides in secret places

That you've never seen.

Not Me!

Some people see a tree
And want to count the leaves.
Not me!

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Nice Kitty ?

Some cats are nice,
Some cats are mean,
Some are in-between.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Tickly

This is a tickly.
He loves to tickle.
He's sneaking up on you.
Watch out!

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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A Windy Day

It was a windy day.
My balloons all flew away.
But I did not care.
They looked lovely in the air.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Smile!

Treevolution

Kitty Wants To Fly

What if the colors all changed their names?

Would all the colors still look the same?

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar ~ Click on image to enlarge

Q and A

Q: Where was Mr. MacMan when the lights went out?

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
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