Category: Poetry

Daddy said some bad guys Had robbed the bank today. He said that they took lots of money And then they ran away. “It’s hard to keep the robbers out,” Is what my daddy said. Why don’t they all just do like me And hide their bank under their bed?

My mother thinks I’m silly For playing with my food. She says to see me do it Puts her in a terrible mood. Some kids I know have puppies, One has talking parrots. But I’d rather spend my time With tomatoes, corn and carrots. My mother thinks I’m silly But I don’t care at all. […]

The giraffe walks around all day, His head up in a cloud. He never says a word, Well, at least not one out loud. From way up there on high, He can see all of the sights. You have to pity a giraffe Who’s deathly scared of heights. He has two little knobby horns; Though […]

Last night Dad read a poem about Some kid’s cradle in a treetop. The wind blew so hard that it caused The kid and cradle both to drop. There’s not a clue about the kid; What happened after he fell down? Did he end up like poor old Jack, Who tripped and fell and broke […]

Today while doing Daddy’s chores I made myself a mental note: When I get big and build my house I’m going to build it on a boat. I’ll build a big computer room, And I’ll play games from dark till dawn. Out on a boat there’ll be no grass, So I won’t have to mow […]