Sister Lisa's Surprise
As a kid I made a fake "me" doll,
she was like me but not too tall.
I sewed her up with bathroom towels,
she was original and had no jowls.
Practical joke I did make,
with Funny Doll that was fake.
I put fake doll in my bed,
covered the blankets over dolls head.
Then my sister went to sleep,
I told her from far away,
I was sleeping "Please don't make a peep? "
My sister said, "Are you alright?
you look very sick looking tonight."
I replied, with a yell, ha! Ha!
Then I ran to room laughing like hell.
My sister got scared, and then she laughed,
It was very funny, it was a blast.
These funny childhood memories are the ones that last.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 9,2011
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Funny Fake Doll
As a kid I made a fake “me” doll,
she was like me but not too tall.
I sewed her up with bathroom towels,
she was original and had no jowls.
Practical joke I did make,
with Funny Doll that was fake.
I put fake doll in my bed,
covered the blankets over dolls head.
Then my sister went to sleep,
I told her from far away,
I was sleeping “Please don’t make a peep? ”
My sister said, “Are you alright?
you look very sick looking tonight.”
I replied, with a yell, ha! Ha!
Then I ran to room laughing like hell.
My sister got scared, and then she laughed,
It was very funny, it was a blast.
These funny childhood memories are the ones that last.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 9,2011
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Brother And Sister
"SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head."
Thus the prudent brother said.
"Do you want a battered hide,
Or scratches to your face applied?"
Thus his sister calm replied.
"Sister, do not raise my wrath.
I'd make you into mutton broth
As easily as kill a moth"
The sister raised her beaming eye
And looked on him indignantly
And sternly answered, "Only try!"
Off to the cook he quickly ran.
"Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan
To me as quickly as you can."
And wherefore should I lend it you?"
"The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew."
"What meat is in that stew to go?"
"My sister'll be the contents!"
"Oh"
"You'll lend the pan to me, Cook?"
"No!"
Moral: Never stew your sister.
poem by Lewis Carroll
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Bahamas 2008
On a cruise ship I did sail,
going to the Bahamas
remembering it well.
Listening to bands that played,
dance hits of their day,
That's when the word
"happy" meant "gay".
Taking photos on the deck,
eating lobster, shrimp and steak.
Raining when ship does land,
can not sunbathe on the sand.
Walking around to see the sights,
Bahama's tote bag I did buy,
Along with 2 handmade
dolls pale and white.
One with black hair,
other with yellow.
One doll evil
other doll mellow.
Names "Razel" and "Melodie"
are sewn into each
separate doll,
in a craft like
looking mall.
Photos taken of dolls with me,
even Bahamian lady very pleased.
I put them in my Bahama's tote,
More sightseeing before
getting on boat.
Walking around the town,
bargains everywhere to be found.
Now I will go back
some day again,
with a more interesting friend.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.24,2011
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Cody And Wyat
Two little boys that wanted to be like each other,
did a lot of funny things; they were comical brothers.
Cody was the little one, he never wanted to nap, only have fun.
He followed me and Wyat everywhere,
brought Razel puppet with, he was well aware.
We could never get Cody to "power nap",
That was O.K. Cody never snapped.
Wyat wanted to be like Cody's with diapers and all,
Wyat would sneak in Cody's crib, luckily the crib would never give.
He would climb right in when no one was around,
start sucking his thumb and pull blankets up some.
Now one day, mother did explain,
that Wyat was caught wearing Cody's diapers,
to make sure he didn't do it again.
Mother went to work and was on her way,
that's when Wyat had a funny thing to say.
He said, "Look what the Bratz dolls did,
they put on my diapers, I'm like Cody, I'm not a kid."
I looked at him, and he just grinned,
Then he said, "Write that down".
I laughed it was the funniest comment I have found.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 7,2011
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Sue In The Stew
In my "Stew" my "Stew of Goo" I will have control over you.
Yes, I will control you with my evil spell,
I will control this doll with named Mel.
I will say things that are not NICE,
you see I took your Power and I control the Dice!
Everything is "neat" in this "Game of Deceit"
This Game where I control everything.
Yes, I took your power that you willfully gave to me,
that was Deal, don't you see? ? ?
Don't tell me you want your Power intact,
You chose me as your mother! !
So I can talk behind your back! !
Now, now, you say "Why would I do that? "
You had to find yourself and get back on track...
See how would you ever know who you really are.
"Why, you think you came into this world complete like Sarah Star? ? ? "
You needed my "Evil" ways to make you strong,
you can thank ME when I am long gone...
Now, now you realize it wasn't about ME,
why it was all about YOU,
Yes you finding You—"YOU in the Stew"
Written By Suzae Chevalier in 2006 & 2010
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Sonnet V: Nothing But No
Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"?
How falls it out so strangely you reply?
I tell ye, Fair, I'll not be answer'd so,
With this affirming "No," denying "Aye."
I say, "I love," you slightly answer "Aye";
I say, "You love," you pule me out a "No";
I say, "I die," you echo me an "Aye";
"Save me," I cry, you sigh me out a "No";
Must woe and I have nought but "No" and "Aye"?
No I am I, if I no more can have;
Answer no more, with silence make reply,
And let me take myself what I do crave.
Let "No" and "Aye" with I and you be so;
Then answer "No," and "Aye," and "Aye" and "No."
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Parafake: The 'Word'.....[English language; 'new' word]
My wife used the "word" parafake, one evening in our bed.
Now don't get any nasty idea she was speaking of ME, in your nasty head.
In fact I don't believe either of us recall, of WHAT she was speaking,
and "parafake" isn't even a word in my dictionary. I know; I went peeking.
There is paraffin and paraformaldehyde, and parakeet of course,
but I could not find parafake; nor was there parahorse.
So I looked up "para", which turns out to be some sort of money.
Then I looked up the prefix "para- (or par-) ", with no definitions that were funny.
The prefix definitions range from "beside" and "beyond", to "incorrect",
to "a diatomic molecule" which, without super-eyes, I could NOT detect.
Well there was one definition of para-, the prefix, which I thought would fit.
"Para" can mean "assistant" (such as in paralegal) . On that definition I bit.
So then I looked up "fake" in my dictionary to try to pin down "parafake".
Guess what. There are widely varying definitions of "fake", for goodness sake!
Well I've chosen the definition of fake which is "one that is not genuine".
Therefore I say a "parafake" is an "assistant to one that is not genuine". If you don't agree, that is fine.
So a paralegal would be a parafake if her boss had no law degree, and
a vintner's assistant would be a parafake if his boss neither made NOR sold wine. You SEE?
(Nov.2012)
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Rain In Indiana
No rain in Indiana is what I heard
I thought "Wow, it's raining everywhere else,
sounds absurd."
Then my friend asked—
"Can you make it rain"
I replied—
"O.K. I will do it tomorrow, not today"
Then in morning around 6 eastern time
I did my shaman thing which is totally from my mind.
Then I get a call around 3—
hey, it rained here today—
not in forcast "was it you Suzy? "
I said, yes—
I would of never guessed—
maybe I do have magical power—but we all do—
we can control the elements if we believe it is true.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 27,2012
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Razel Rhymes
There is a puppet that does rhyme
her name is Razel, she is one of a kind.
www.razelrhymes.com has Razel with funny hair
photos taken in NYC's Time Square.
Her daughter Melodie who is a doll
has photos on the subway having a ball.
Both Razel and Melodie do the town
people watching, even scared with frowns.
Photo with girl in the background
she is shocked for it's Razel she has found.
Found posing in front of the library of NYC
Razel of course thinks herself so pretty.
More photos taken in the taxi cab
cab driver thinks funny and starts to laugh.
Razel and Melodie will soon will arrive
at a law firm to stay the night.
Yes, lawyer will tell me if they will make the grade
to be copyrighted as stuffed toys to be safe.
They will be shipped then to my house FedEx
I write a poem about Melodie who I like best.
Entitled "I Miss My Melodie" which will be in "Puppet Poems"
it's about how Melodie might not make it home.
Melodie and Razel arrive in box from the "City That Never Sleeps"
they had a long travel in a box while counting sheep.
Luckily I have the photos of those 2 recorded in 2010
it was a fun experience for the both of them.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 25,2012
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Melodie And Razel
She can write, she can draw
She can even talk Melodie Mezoree' doll.
What else can she do?
If only I could sing a tune
Hey wait! Melodie can sing!
What a wonderful thing!
Recording Melodie's voice gives Suzae a choice.
A choice to say something funny
Melodie makes the day more sunny.
Especially when she is defending a human
Razel has bashed—Melodie retorts real fast.
Suzae makes funny sayings every day
for her doll Razel and Melodie Mezoree'.
Like Razel's spider who lost it's leg
Razel has to make a spell to get it back again.
Razel makes spells that make you cringe
she does the spell while she evily sings.
Sing her song "Razel The Ice Witch"
But Melodie writes Happy Poems that will bring
memories that make your heart go bling!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 20,2012
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Chuck Negron Of Three Dog Night
Chuck Negron who I did meet
is really sincere and really sweet.
Chuck wrote "Three Dog Nightmare".
almost like one of Razel's "Frightmares"
It's about his drug addiction
& his word of hope
for anyone addicted to or strung out on dope.
I told him I wrote'Poems of
Inspiration and Recovery'
People who read them
can feel better with discovery.
My poems have words in them
like the word "pray".
These poems along with his book
where on display
in Hazelden Ctr. that very same day.
Chuck did sign my book to alias Suzae
Now buy it on Amazon or at
your local bookstore
it's worth every penny
and then some more.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 2nd 2011
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A Dog Named Martini
Martini the little shitsu was cute as can be,
Wagging his tail so carefree.
by the ocean with good friend Suzy.
Now he was very aware,
for when he got scared,
he hid under Mya's desk
and there he would rest,
his head on Mya's small feet,
then he'ld look up for a treat.
"Now why did you name him Martini? "
I asked Mya quizzically one day.
Then Mya turned her head to say,
"Well, this is the story Sue Chevalier,
"Martini was named after the club
where people like to dance,
I met my husband Ron
there by circumstance."
Now all 3 of them live together by the sea,
these are my sweet memories of
the Shitsu dog named Martini.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.7,2011
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The ABC
'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"
Said A to B, "I don't like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!"
"I disagree," said D to B,
"I've never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O."
C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape."
"He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
"You're dropping me," roared H to G.
"Don't do it please I pray."
"Out of my way," LL said to K.
"I'll make poor I look ILL."
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.
"U know," said V, "that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I'm half as young as he."
X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."
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Heriot's Ford
"What's that that hirples at my side?"
The foe that you must fight, my lord.
"That rides as fast as I can ride?"
The shadow of your might, my lord.
"Then wheel my horse against the foe!"
He's down and overpast, my lord.
You war against the sunset-glow,
The judgment follows fast, my lord!
"Oh, who will stay the sun's descent?"
King Joshua he is dead, my lord.
"I need an hour to repent!"
'Tis what our sister said, my lord.
"Oh, do not slay me in my sins!"
You're safe awhile with us, my lord.
"Nay, kill me ere my fear begins!"
We would not serve you thus, my lord.
"Where is the doom that I must face?"
Three little leagues away, my lord.
"Then mend the horses' laggard pace!"
We need them for next day, my lord.
"Next day--next day! Unloose my cords!"
Our sister needed none, my lord.
You had no mind to face our swords,
And--where can cowards run, my lord?
"You would not kill the soul alive?"
'Twas thus our sister cried, my lord.
"I dare not die with none to shrive."
But so our sister died, my lord.
"Then wipe the sweat from brow and cheek."
It runnels forth afresh, my lord.
"Uphold me--for the flesh is weak."
You've finished with the Flesh, my lord!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Curious George
Meeting George for the very first time,
at the play entitled "Zombies Come To Life".
He was sitting in the aisle,
I told him to sit by me and then I smiled.
George believed in me and my art,
he told my parents from the start.
He knew I was talented and smart.
He was like a Dad I never had,
"George helped me which I'm glad."
I am appreciative more then you know,
he got me to Florida and a trip to Mexico.
Now George told me some time ago,
"Finish your book series
and then you will make
your rainbow of gold."
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 5,2012
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Razel Rhymes
There is a puppet that does rhyme
her name is Razel, she is one of a kind.
www.razelrhymes.com has Razel with funny hair
photos taken in NYC's Time Square.
Her daughter Melodie who is a doll
has photos on the subway having a ball.
Both Razel and Melodie do the town
people watching, even scared with frowns.
Photo with girl in the background
she is shocked for it's Razel she has found.
Found posing in front of the library of NYC
Razel of course thinks herself so pretty.
More photos taken in the taxi cab
cab driver thinks funny and starts to laugh.
Razel and Melodie will soon will arrive
at a law firm to stay the night.
Yes, lawyer will tell me if they will make the grade
to be copyrighted as stuffed toys to be safe.
They will be shipped then to my house FedEx
I write a poem about Melodie who I like best.
Entitled "I Miss My Melodie" which will be in "Puppet Poems"
it's about how Melodie might not make it home.
Melodie and Razel arrive in box from the "City That Never Sleeps"
they had a long travel in a box while counting sheep.
Luckily I have the photos of those 2 recorded in 2010
it was a fun experience for the both of them.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 25,2012
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Drug Dealer & 2 Tikes
Going up my alley on my bike,
passing by a car with 2 little tikes.
Walking up to my metal gate,
Drugdealer does not hesitate.
For he is playing the part of a thug,
asking next if I want to buy some drugs.
Like oxycotten, percocet or crack,
I say "I'm clean and no thanks"
then I turn to him and I do ask,
"Hey, do you want to buy some coloring books? "
He replies, "no" and I take one more look.
His ear is half cut off and it's such a scary sight,
I say goodbye and I lock up my bike.
I bet a drug dealer has never been asked
that question before,
I realized I should of just gave them for free,
to the 2 tikes who need so much more.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 10,2011
Written by Suzae Chevalier Sunday, March 20,2011
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Another Italian
There is a Writer I have to admit,
who has a beard upon his chin.
Now this what I told him,
"You used to look like an Italian,
but now you look like your from
the middle east,
why did you write a poem
with the word beast? "
"Now I hear we were lovers
in a past life,
your in my poem
with the word knife."
"Now you know
what karma is about,
This time I will have the last word out.
Written on Feb.6,20011 by Suzae Chevalier
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You're right—
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You're right—"the way is narrow"—
And "difficult the Gate"—
And "few there be"—Correct again—
That "enter in—thereat"—
'Tis Costly—So are purples!
'Tis just the price of Breath—
With but the "Discount" of the Grave—
Termed by the Brokers—"Death"!
And after that—there's Heaven—
The Good Man's—"Dividend"—
And Bad Men—"go to Jail"—
I guess—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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What is—
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What is—"Paradise"—
Who live there—
Are they "Farmers"—
Do they "hoe"—
Do they know that this is "Amherst"—
And that I—am coming—too—
Do they wear "new shoes"—in "Eden"—
Is it always pleasant—there—
Won't they scold us—when we're homesick—
Or tell God—how cross we are—
You are sure there's such a person
As "a Father"—in the sky—
So if I get lost—there—ever—
Or do what the Nurse calls "die"—
I shan't walk the "Jasper"—barefoot—
Ransomed folks—won't laugh at me—
Maybe—"Eden" a'n't so lonesome
As New England used to be!
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