Category: Poetry

I would not fly my kite Because it might get lost. One whole month’s allowance Is what my new kite cost. Bubba said to fly it. “Don’t be a stupid clown. ‘Cause whatever goes up, Always has to come down.” So I flew it today, Up so high you can’t see. Stuck up there forever […]

Little Miss Willow Sat on a pillow And there she was going to stay. But a spider beside ’er Convinced our Miss Willow That she should go elsewhere to play. By R. Wayne Edwards

The black maned lion, The king of beasts, The ruler of Each jungle feast. His kingly job Is eat and sleep And not much more To earn his keep. He lies around All day and roars And lets the lioness Do the chores.

Tom, Tom, the piper’s son Stole a pig but he didn’t run. He said no one could make him pay, Since he belonged to the P.E.T.A. That’s why he said he turned it loose. It went next door and killed a goose And they threw its owner in the calaboose.

Her stupid puppy took my shoe And then he buried it outside. I couldn’t find out where it was Although I very often tried. The puppy’s grown into a dog. It’s been two years or four or three, And where he buried my old shoe There grows a rather nice shoetree.