“Baa, baa, baaaaa” bleated Sally. “Life on the Renaud farm is blah, blah, blaaaah,” she complained. “Nothing ever changes. Same sheep. Same hill. Same rocks… WHOOPS!”
The stone... [+]

When witches walk
and goblins stalk
and all the ghosts convene,
then please draw near
so you can hear
new rhymes for Halloween!
Little Miss Muffet
sat on a tuffet
eating her curds... [+]

In a small cottage in a deep valley, an old woman lived with her goats and sheep, chickens and dog, a sway-backed horse and one ginger cat.
Each morning, she collected eggs while the dog led... [+]

If you ever met a dragon
and asked him in for tea,
he’d rave about the apple scones
with great civility.
He’d be the perfect guest
for anyone to host,
unless the dragon hiccuped... [+]

Billie scuffed her flip flops through the dry needles scattered over the Christmas tree lot. Pine scent filled the air. But it felt too hot for Christmas.
“How about this one?” Her mom... [+]

The rain had dried up – 
every drip, every puddle – 
but Hillie couldn’t go out 
while her room was a muddle. 
Mom had been clear, and 
her dad had agreed, 
“First... [+]