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"Use'ta Like Cole Slaw"
netskyIam

A brown haired boy with widened eyes
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pedaled fast as fast he could.
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Outside his town, along the road,
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can you guess what Willie saw
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near his home at Williwaw?
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Can you? Do you think you could
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imagine near to Williwaw,
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hard to gulp but here they are:
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GIANT piles of spilled cole slaw
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Will had not and nor have you
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ever seen such vast amounts
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of cole slaw cabbage in the swale,
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engulfing gullies—bathsize tubs !
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and tons of cabbage peelings.
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Now Willie wondered; so do I:
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Who would waste good food like that?
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And does one really peel a cabbage?
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Willie guessed and so do I,
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it's for the best  to chop a cabbage.
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Next we ask and so might you
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"What's with all this cabbage goo
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on the swale and in the gullies
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on the road to Williwaw;
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where the air is less good for it.
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Even crows tend to ignore it."
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Will sped home, his purpose bent,
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"Pa! There's been an accident!
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Let's go and get the sheriff too.
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I saw slaw! It's awful gross!"
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The sheriff on the phone sighed vexed,
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"The coroner may be summoned next.
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Williams, I am on the way
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—expect we'll find mashed cat or dog;
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knowing Willie, could be frog."
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The three men went to view the scene.
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The sheriff then was heard to scream
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"I never saw such heaps of reek—
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of stinkin' cabbage slaw!"
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Oh the piles
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that Willie saw
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had grown by now so much more than
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one hundred-hundred giant maws
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conveniently could swallow.
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"Some trucker must be dumping loads"
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Replied the sheriff,  "If that were true
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it would be brown." Then Mr. Williams,
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his eyes cast down,
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"I meant truck loads."
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"Oh, right."
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Willie now
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chucked his own chin.
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What had Willie
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willed to wow?
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He'd dreamed last night of tubs of slaw
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—enough to feed all Williwaw.
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And this next day it all comes true.
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Tomorrow,  yikes, the whole town dies!
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A slaw tsunami—wipes them away.
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Slaw   is   slow   yet   grown  ups
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smother—Willie?
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He's O K
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He rides his dream bike
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fast away
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17 Oct 06

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poem is now roughed to form.
thank you for coping

with my junk.

lol, r'y
 — netskyIam

ahhhh, man you are good.
I really love this stuff, so cheeky and wryly entertaining.
You are a gifted storyteller!
Jen-
 — jenakajoffer

I owe you some lookie-fixie time on your Autism poem, Jen.
I've bookmarked it for study.  Pardon me for getting so channeled in my own selfish stuff?

Have fixed a typo in this green poem.  It will be refined as time shows better ways.

What a silly poem--it's for children, of course.  It's for me too.  It's for anyone who loves dreamscape imagination.  It was all a dream of Willie's.  

Fond thanks to a great mom,
Reid
 — netskyIam

chopped cabbage, poem is now rough(ag)ed to form, i really hope that was an accident
 — unknown

the poem read aloud:
http://tinyurl.com/yg3wln
 — netskyIam

If you're dead set serious about creating a children's poem, why not delete all references to bodily functions. Just keep it silly.
 — unknown

True, your point has merit.
I'm undecided.  Kids love scat humor--it's naughty but not obscene.
They all know about "loads".  So--while parents might call it lowbrow humor,
well, kids like lowbrow humor.  Don't they?  Why do I?  I don't know.
I think
I never grew up.   Thanks! You're very kind to crit--and correct in your point.
So many choices.  Peeling potatoes challenges my decision making processes too.
grins, r.
 — netskyIam

I'm retiring for the night so I don't feel like logging in but I do intend to mark this a favourite.  Had to laugh at your peeling potatoes...
Jen-
 — unknown

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