Thursday Thoughts - On Psychotropics for Kids

Murphyories

by Rachel Hoyt

 

image by Jomphong via freedigitalphotos.net

 

Murf Murphy, the vintage TV,

from his spot in the foyer could see

ad slogans turn into life mantras

in the lives of Jimmys and Cassandras.

 

He taught me all that he knew

as he knew his days were soon through.

"Don't believe what they say," he said,

"Slogans just brainwash and buy bread."

 

He'd taught me I deserve a break today

and that I can actually have it 'my way',

but that the taste of the new generation

should be good old, "Everything in moderation."

 

'Just what the Dr ordered' is not

found in anything that I ate or bought.

Yet, oatmeal is something to smile about.

Got milk? Smiles are less fun without.

 

The last words he grumbled were, "Say no to drugs."

as he flashed images of famous thugs.

"They can snap, crackle, pop your braincells

with their 'works like a dream' magic spells."

 

"You've come a long way, baby -

thoughts Zestfully clean now, maybe?"

Words, like pills, can have side effects.

I told Murf I knew that (now) when I paid my respects.

 

© 2012 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved

 

 

This poem was written for the parent of every child

who's being told pills are the best way to tame the wild.

 

 

Technorati Tags: Pill, Child, Prescription, Rhyme, Poetry

 

Read more rhymes by Rachel at her new column, Clickety Clack -

poetic news about Santa Barbarians talking back

I've Got a Sweet Tooth for This Book

Once upon a time, at the edge of the galaxy,

two sweet tooths decided to start a family.

The cravings these two shared weren't all about candy,

but while drawing and writing they surely ate plenty.

The she sweet tooth spun silly tales with hidden adult meaning.

The he sweet tooth doodled them to make kids think they're dreaming.

Together they created a new type of candy store -

one with bubbly cartoons and rockin' rhymes galore!

Everyone who wants to can visit their store

and come back again anytime they want more

in The Candy Store at the Edge of the Galaxy,

a rhymetastic new book I thought you should see.

The brief theme of gambling and talk of rear ends

might bother my more conservative friends

but really the collection is wholesome and cute

and contains lessons written by someone very astute.

© 2011 - all rights reserved - Rachel Hoyt

Before I go, let me leave you with one poem from the book.

I should hope that, by now, you're dying to take a look!

BAD DAY

by Aleza Freeman

My hair is tangled,

My nails are a mess,

I spilled a soy latte

all over my dress.

There's a hole in my sock,

I tripped over a rock,

I was late for my date

'cause I don't have a clock.

My head is pounding,

My pet bird is dead,

I just got a ticket

for running a red.

Overdue for vacation

but working instead.

Oh, why did I even

get out of bed?

© 2011 - Big Doodle Head


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