I’m Invisible, by Joseph Barone

 

I’m Invisible, I’m Invisible! The girl I like doesn’t see me.

I’m invisible!  What a thunderous woe it is to be me!

When I see her I melt

Like ice cream in summer.

If I told her how I felt

It might turn into a bummer.

I hope she likes me too!

Or learns my name at least.

Or notices my smile too,

Or says hello at least.

 

When I see her I always get nervous

The butterflies in my stomach all a-circus

Juggling and clowning and running and clowning!

She makes me smile, she gives me pain,

The ache of love is such a strain.

It tugs my heart ‘til it’s a noose,

And every bit of strength has broken loose.

 

I love her laugh and her beaming smile

I wish she would talk to me a while

We can chat about her favorite things…

Like…peaches…dolls and…rings…?

I could look into her eyes,

Her beautiful green…blue…brown eyes?

 

Maybe I don’t know her as much as I think…

Maybe I don’t- doesn’t that stink?

I know she’s never a mess,

I love her striped…polka dot dress?

 

What is it about her that I love?

Her eyes, her smile, all of the above?

Through some hard thinking, I think I see

That maybe she’s the one invisible to me.

 

Love can be selfish, love can be kind

But maybe it’s a road I have to find!

I think each and every one of you would agree,

I have to see her before she can see me.

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Meet Bobby Smith, by Joseph Barone

Meet Bobby Smith, it’s his first day of school.
He tries so hard just to be cool
But he’s afraid he’ll wind up looking like a fool.
Everything is new- the sights and the smells,
And even the stories that the teacher tells.
It’s tough enough with science, and math and social studies,
But fitting in?  Meeting new people?  Finding new buddies?
How will I ever do it?  He thought.
Maybe they’ll like me because of the cupcakes I brought.
He came back early from recess and set the cupcakes down.
When the schoolmates came in they ate them, but gave Bobby a frown.
He was new to them too.
So they didn’t know quite what to do.
They didn’t talk to him or make eye contact,
They seemed to want nothing to do with him in fact.
He thought some kids might even be making a smirk.
Bobby was sure that the cupcakes would work!
He got up and was about to leave the room with a frown,
But his neighbor Amy smiled at him and said “Sit down.”
She whispered, “You don’t need to give things to make people like you, Bobby.”
“Be yourself, and if they don’t like you then they’re just snobby.”
Just when he thought this day could never end,
Bobby found what he didn’t expect to find- a friend.

Three Little ShuffleBugs by Joseph Barone

Three little shufflebugs dancing a little jig,
Two of them wearing a funny little wig,
One little shufflebug flying off to France,
A second little shufflebug changing up the dance.
One, two, three, one, two, three, bee-bop and swing,
Shuffling by the window, shuffling on the wing.
All three dancing now in a happy ring,
Pockets full of posies as they dance and sing!

Gabby The Ghost, by Joseph Barone

Gabby the Ghost was a chatty enough spook,
She’d talk your ear off from here to Hanaluke
But don’t underestimate what she’s got to say,
It’s really important and she has to tell you today!

She wants you to know she likes having fun,
Although she’s more fond of the moon than of the sun.
She enjoys making friends with people like you,
And likes meeting nice people that are new.

So sad you can’t always see her unless she wears a sheet,
But she only wears one if it’s ironed and neat.
Getting ready to go from unseen to seen,
Getting ready to trick-or-treat this Halloween.

That’s right, you might not notice Gabby when you see her,
She might be tricking and treating next to your friend Peter,
Wearing a sheet so ghostly white,
She might just say, “Happy Halloween, and good night!”