Kidz Poetry: 06/13/19

Thursday, June 13, 2019

Living Kitchen

I walked into my kitchen

Right at five

To find the whole thing

Was all alive

I walked over

to the kitchen sink

When it looked back

And did a blink

I thought that it

Would really pout

When I saw

It had no mouth

The pots and pans

Were in a trance

As they did

A funny dance

I walked right over

To the blender

Which I found

Was quite tender

He looked at me

and said my friend

I have one rule

And it’s please don’t dent

I looked right at

The tin foil

Which just wanted

To be spoiled

He said

If you could make me straight

That would be

Really great

The fireplace

Sang with grace

But the song she sang

Was about her face

There are prints on me

From your finger

Clean them up

And do not linger

The stove called next

And it cried

Saying it burned

My apple pie

But last of all

Was the fridge

That wanted to move

Just a smidge

So with all the requests

I got to work

And did my best

Gruffalo the Buffalo

Roamed through the pasture

That was owned

Just by the pastor

Gruffalo had friends

That lived in the field

Who could go on and on

With nowhere to yield

Like his friend chow

Who was a strange cow

For he thought he was super

So he always said pow

Gruff had a friend

Who was quite the pig

She wanted to dance

So she did a small Jig

Twig was her name

That wanted fun

And some fame

But mostly things stayed the same

Though the pasture was large

And Gruff wasn’t in charge

He still loved his friends

As they gazed at the stars

The fish’s wish

Deep below the light colored sea

Where there is hardly any anemone

A fish lies down covered in sand

Waiting for its occasional morning dish

With nothing swimming by

The fish rises up from its spot

And goes to a small hole

To seek out, what may dwell

As the fish finds nothing

No food to eat

He suddenly realizes

His life’s repeat

He searches for something new

Not one, but maybe two

Friends, acquaintances, that he could bid adieu

When he came upon a small goldfish

And talked with him,

A smile had formed on both of them

And they were thankful the day was through

The Timid Turkey

There once was a turkey

That lived somewhere murky

He hid in the fog

To avoid all the hogs

Because he feared he would turn into jerky

Drake the Snake

There was a snake

They all called Drake

Who wanted to bake

But couldn’t create

For he had no hands

To mix and measure

For this sad fact

Gave drake no pleasure

He tried to rake

And do some chores

Because he thought

He could do something more

He tried to stand

With rake in mouth

To push and pull

But nothing really

Came about

He had no legs

To walk around

And move the leaves

From off the ground

Drake the snake

said with a sigh

I guess I’m just

The average guy

But of course

How special is he

That wants to do

More for you

Goat's Coats

There are men with big coats

And men who ride goats

Men who ride goats

Are no good at notes

Some men who are offered coats

Say totes to those coats

But to me personally

I want a goat

There once was a bubble
Who feared so much trouble
Day by day he floated and floated
Rising and falling with the stray streams of wind

Up on high he supposed
That the lower he goes
Would only bring woes to others
As life would come to a close

As the bubble looked around
with his shiny wide eyes
Found only smiles
For miles and miles

There was never a frown
Around and around
As bubbles popped
Both up and down

The wind took him down
And the bubble he froze
Going to a pink colored rose
He smiled and popped in the snow

The Wedding

I went to a wedding

Now I’m hot and all sweaty

I looked for a crown

But found nothing in town

So all they got was some bedding

For you or for me

Give me a word

That’s not too absurd

And a poem I will make it

If you give me a mix

That’s not hard to fix

Then surely I will bake it

If you give me a game

That is for two or more

Then I definitely will play it

All of these things

I would do just for you

If you give me some fresh bacon

Mable

There is a cradle for Mable

Who seems quite unstable

But we see in this fable

That Mable is able

To stand supported by tables

Those tables for Mable

Now no longer available

For Mable is able

To go on her way

And prove she is stable

The Mobster

In a town called Turpentine

There lives a shady mobster

Who thinks there’s nothing better to do

Than eating his red lobster

Sunburn

I had a friend

his name was Ben

Until he changed it to Barry

In the sun, he came and went

Till he looked like a cherry

Poet Fight Club

In the Poet Fight Club

People come from all across the sea

People like Annabel Lee

Gnome Peter is there as well

Along with Belinda and Custard the dragon

Mehoo’s and Exactlywatt’s

cheered from the left

While The Phoenix and the turtle

On the right cheered for their own team

Shel Silverstein looked pristine

In his suit to judge the scene

Robert Frost rushed in with a grin

Saying “sorry I am late”

I had some things on my plate

that I simply couldn’t win.

My way was blocked so I took the road not traveled,

luckily I am not covered in gravel

He looked at the trophy

The chalice shined

For everyone said it is mine

It has to go

We need something silver or gray

For nothing gold can stay

Edgar Allen Poe got in the ring

With poet Ogden Nash

Silverstein shouted, pick your names

Before the real game begins

Ogden Nash chose The Hunter

To show he would not cave in

But Edger Poe thought it best

That he be called The Raven

The Lemonade Stand

Everyone at some point

Needs a good joint

Somewhere sunny

But not in the sand

In the neighborhood

Perhaps

Is a place to relax

Where nothing could get in our way

On the corner lives dan

With his wife Fran

Right across From the girl

With the lemonade stand

She sits on the sidewalk

Everyday

All through the summer

With her lemonade

Smiling away

That summer feeling

As the sun comes out

And school kids shout

Running through the halls

And through the door

Crowds of kids fill the sidewalk

Supervisors pushing the crowd back

And stopping the jaywalkers from crossing

Their actions just keep the kids talking

There’s talk of work

And talk of play

And talk of sports

Till they’re all bored

Parents in their cars pull up

To retrieve their kids

They arrive home

To plan their vacations

Each one with a pencil and paper

Make their list of dreams

The Haunted House

A haunted house

My friend did enter

It was a school

With a study center

The students ran

From the phantom

They wondered why

It was quite random

Although haunted

It was not terrible

For my friend

It was quite bearable

After that day

My friend disappeared

Or so they say