Silly Rhymes Novels & Stories

“When you can, sing me Daddy’s favorite song.” Nearly three minutes later, Kiyah began singing. “O-old MacDonald…had a…garage.” She paused to suck up snot. “E-I-E-I-O. And what was in that garage?” “And in that garage…he had…a car.” “E-I-E-I-O. With a what?” “With a vroom vroom here, and a vroom vroom there. Here a vroom, there a vroom, everywhere a vroom vroom. Old MacDonald had a garage. E-I-E-I-O.”

"You make me want to write sonnets. Bad ones, probably." "Try me," I teased, giggling as we swayed. "Alright." He cleared his throat dramatically. "Roses are red, violets are blue, you're stunning in silver, and I love you." I burst out laughing, drawing stares. "That's awful! But… sweet. Keep going." He whispered more silly rhymes about my eyes, my laugh, until I was giggling uncontrollably, cheeks flushed. "You're ridiculous," I said, but my heart swelled.

“Limerick?” “You always have a limerick ready. What’s the one for this situation?” “No . . . I don’t think so.” Michael flung the door open and bellowed, imitating Ricky Ricardo, “Lucy, you’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do!” Bang . . . query, bang, bang, scream . . . . Thump, thump, thump, bang, yell, bang, bang, scream, thump, thump, thump . . . smash, scream, bang . . . roar, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Buzz, hiss-hiss, flicker. Laughter, like a teenage girl’s giggle. Then music. It was just one of those things Just one of those crazy flings One of those bells that now and then rings Just one of those things. The door closed. The lock clicked. The lights went out. “She’s not your sweetheart,” gurgled a child-like voice. Randy never even had time to scream.

And if that mockingbird won't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass gets broke, Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat. And if that billy goat won't pull, Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull. And if that cart and bull turn over, Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover. And if that dog named Rover won't bark, Mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart.

Her little high-pitched voice screams as Silas's voice roars behind her, making sure he doesn't catch her, but scaring her as he stays on her heel. Evelyn falls into a fit of giggles as she's finally scooped off her feet at the end of the hall, and pulled into Silas's arms. He pulls her shirt up slightly, exposing her belly button, and a loud rumbling sound is heard as Silas does what she calls, belly farts on her tummy. Evelyn screeches and squeals as he blows bubbles on her belly, and she yells, "Stop! I have a stinky belly now!" Silas almost lost it when she said that, and he fell into a fit of laughter. Evelyn, giggled at the silly vampire as he sloppily set her down from laughing too ha

Shaking her head mischievously, Lily replies, “No, but I heard they wear tiny frowns and stomp their little paws when they’re grumpy!” The room erupts in laughter, with Julia adding to the amusement. “Oh, I think I’ve spotted a few grumpy squirrels in the park, stomping around and giving everyone the stink-eye.” The children join in, mimicking grumpy squirrels with exaggerated expressions and stomping motions. It’s a moment of pure joy, where the innocence of childhood merges seamlessly with the lightheartedness it craves. Once the laughter subsides, Ethan eagerly contributes with a joke. “You know, Ruby, we learned a joke yesterday. Want to hear it?”

🎵I hope a trap boy's your type🎵 🎶why?🎶 🎵Cause I don't have a nine to five🎵 🎶alright🎶 🎵I get that your standards high but I'm not a random guy, I'm different🎵 🎶lliterally🎶 🎵When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line, I'll switch it🎵 🎶calm🎶 🎵You said you don't like my life, you said you don't like my guys you're trippin', trippin🎵

My body rocks back and forth as if I've got a limb, when the only thing that has snapped is my sanity. Walking bereft of shoes, laughing to lyself, rocking to my own tune, stopping and glancing over my shoulders before continuing on, singing to myself. Burn Burn Oh such lovely flames Orange and red, screams and wails. Maybe I'm a little out of touch with reality, maybe I'm crazy. But who says their not crazy?

" I drag a cart towards the aisle we are in and drop a few cans of coca cola into it. Miranda comes back with snacks and candy. We basically fill the shopping cart with junk, then we pick up one carton of milk, a bag each of sugar and flour, then we check out. As Miranda and I are walking out, I hear her singing. The song is a preschool rhyme but the lyrics are different. I listen carefully to her. "Twinkle, twinkle little star, wanna hit you with a car. Drop you from a tree so high, hope you break your neck and die."