January  28, 2008

February 4, 2008

Gotta Go!
by Robert Pottle

I gotta go! I gotta go!
I’ll ask the teacher first.
I gotta go! I gotta go!
I think I’m gonna burst.
I gotta go! I gotta go!
I’d better raise my hand.
I gotta go! I gotta go!
But maybe I should stand.
I gotta go! I gotta go!
My hand is raised up high.
I gotta go! I gotta go!
I hope my pants stay dry.
I gotta go! I gotta go!
I’m really in a bind.
I gotta go! I gotta—
Uh-oh. Never mind. 

My Dog Chewed Up My Homework
by Bruce Lansky

I'm glad to say my homework's done.
I finished it last night.
I've got it right here in this box.
It's not a pretty sight.

My dog chewed up my homework.
He slobbered on it, too.
So now my homework's ripped to shreds
and full of slimy goo.

It isn't much to look at,
but I brought it anyway.
I'm going to dump it on your desk
if I don't get an A.

April 1, 2008

I wish that my room had a floor;
I don't care so much for a door.
But this walking around
Without touching the ground
Is getting to be quite a bore.
-- Gelett Burgess

Dec. 5th, 2008

When Santa Claus Comes

Author Unknown

A good time is coming,
I wish it were here,
The very best time
In the whole of the year;
I'm counting each day
On my fingers and thumbs--
The weeks that must pass
Before Santa Claus comes.

Then when the first snowflakes
Begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp
And the branches are brown,
I'll not mind the cold,
Though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer
When Santa Claus comes.

Betty Botter

Betty Botter
bought some butter.
"But," she said,
"the butter's bitter.
If I put it
in my batter,
it will make
my batter bitter.
But a bit
of better butter--
that would make
my batter better."

So she bought
a bit of butter,
better than
her bitter butter.
And she put it
in her batter,
and the batter
was not bitter.
So 'twas better
Betty Botter
bought a bit
of better butter!

Feb. 2, 2009

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

A VALENTINE FOR MY TEACHER

My teacher's very special,
So I'm making her a heart.
A Valentine that's sure to be
A proper work of art.

I've worked on it all morning,
So it should be ready soon.
I'd like to slip it on her desk
Before this afternoon.

It's colored in with crayons,
And it's trimmed with paper lace
It has flowers hearts, and Cupids.
I can't wait to see her face.

...Jack Prelutsky
(born 1940)

Daffodils

"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."
                            -William Wordsworth
                                       (1770-1850)

 

Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens

Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.
Jack Prelutsky ( born 1940)

November 2009

I Ate Too Much Turkey

by Jack Prelutsky

I ate too much turkey,
I ate too much corn,
I ate too much pudding and pie,
I'm stuffed up with muffins
and much too much stuffin',
I'm probably going to die.

I piled up my plate
and I ate and I ate,
but I wish I had known when to stop,
for I'm so crammed with yams,
sauces, gravies, and jams
that my buttons are starting to pop.

I'm full of tomatoes
and french fried potatoes,
my stomach is swollen and sore,
but there's still some dessert,
so I guess it won't hurt
if I eat just a little bit more.

- Jack Prelutsky ( born 1940)

January. 2009

I Wonder Why Dad is So  Mad?

I wonder why Dad is so thoroughly mad,
I can’t understand it at all,
unless it’s the bee still afloat in his tea
or his underwear, pinned to the wall.

 Perhaps it’s the dye on his favorite tie,
or the mousetrap that snapped in his shoe,
or the pipefull of gum that he found with his thumb,
or the toilet, sealed tightly with glue.

 It can’t be the bread crumbled up in his bed,
or the slugs someone left in the hall,
I wonder why Dad is so thoroughly mad,
I can’t understand it at all.

March. 2010

My Favorite Valentine Poem


Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Fudge is sweet.
Give me some fudge.
Please

-anonymous

Gerald McBoing


This is the story of Gerald McCloy
and the strange thing that happened to that little boy
They say it all happened when Gerald was two
that’s the age most kids start talking..
well at least most of them do
When he started talking
you know what he said
He didn’t talk words
he went Boing! Boing! instead.

-Dr. Seuss