Kidz Poetry: 06/14/19

Friday, June 14, 2019

Jumpin’ Jack

Was quite a quack

He wore loose shirts

And tight slacks

There was not much

That Jack lacked

His confidence

Was quite in tact

He met a witch

Who had an itch

But she got mad

When he called her twitch

So she cursed him

And now he’s always jumpin’

Jack’s jumpin’

When he’s reaching for somethin’

Or when he talks

And when he walks

Yes Jumpin’ Jack

Can’t look back

If he does

He might get whacked

Dough

English, the language
Goes high and low

With misconceptions
Like the word dough

When I hear the word dough
I do want to know

What they mean

Are you talking about the doe
with four feet

That hides in the bushes
And blends with the trees

There is also the dough
That makes cookies to eat

That can end up as well
Quite salty and sweet

Or the dough that is green,
that is small, and for buying

Which people do use
for bribes and for lying

Yes, there are many different types of dough
It all seems a bit confusing though

You’re Not Alone

If you are lost

Or ever get afraid

Because of this confusing world

That always tries to make us fade

Look on the horizon

You’ll see that I will be there

I will tell you everything’s okay

When you start falling

From some troubles made

I’ll be there to catch you

So don’t hesitate

When that rain cloud comes

And darkness too

Just know there will always be light to guide you

When it’s hard to breath

And tears stream down your face

Just know you’re not alone

There are always friends back home

Even though there are hundreds

We all act as one

I know we can make it

All or none
I just want you to know
You were never alone

Candy Land

One night

When the sun had gone down

And the wind welcomed itself

To the small city park

A boy sat

On the cold wooden park bench

Listening and looking

While his mind wandered elsewhere

He heard a sound

Not from the ground

But from the sky

Lights flashed

As The Dream Trail

slowly lowered itself

onto the ground

The train doors opened

and the boy was welcomed on

The conductor smiled

And said

It’s good we have you handy

I’m sure you’ll find our destination

Quite dandy

Because we are going to the land of candy

When the train arrived

The conductor advised

To go unwind

But the boy didn’t hear

He was mesmerized

Purple and pink

Yellow and blue

There were so many

Things to chew

The lake was made of melted marshmallows

The clouds were cotton candy

It all seemed

Oh so fancy

The boy walked to the store

We have chocolate pies

And chocolate fries

What really caught your eye

He looked around

And to his surprise

Found himself a chocolate tie

The Boy walked out

Much more thrilled

As he looked at the ice cream hills

The trees were delicious

Their branches made of licorice

While the trunks were divine

As they were made out of red vines

The street

Looked sweet

To eat

Its chocolate glaze complete

The houses were not wispy

They were made of Rice Krispies

With a stomach much more full

And a very tired brain

The boy got back on the train

And they flew away

The Magic Train

There was a magic train

That pleased all who knew it

Those who missed it

Felt they blew it

The Dream Trail

Is its name

Few have seen it

Despite its fame

It has no tracks

But finds its way

To each lost soul

Who needs it that day

It floats in misty fog

And flies through cloudy skies

But the real best part

Is the trains fresh apple pies

There is a conductor

Who knows it all too well

He has been there

Since it first began

In a far off deserted land

Alex belle is his name

When he sees a passenger

He tells them

He is glad they came

Then there is the driver

Who built the dream trail

With her hands

To take others to far off lands

Her name is Ally Bodaire

Her face is pale and fair

For in that deserted land

She was a princess there

So she finds those in trouble

Who need a helping hand

And takes them far away

Into their dream land

She said within her heart

That straight from the start

She would help others

To experience the best parts

Hairy Larry

There was a man

Or so they suppose

Who wanted just someone

He could give a red rose

The man’s name was Larry

That part is true

He was very young

Just thirty-two

But Larry, oh Larry

Who worked on a Ferry

Could not get the girl

Because he was scary

He would have loved to have shared

But nobody cared

Because they all judged the man

Who was covered in hair

One day on the ferry

A girl talked with Larry

She said you have quite a burden

One hard to carry

I have a good ship

One that sails well

You can come ride on it

With me, Abigail

I have a good crew

They’re faithful and true

And I guarantee

They’ll be good to you too

One-Eyed Frank

One-eyed Frank

Worked at a bank

It was in his nature

To give lots of thanks

There was one day

Where he went to the bay

Where the young kids played

He got left alone

He lost his car

And his home

So all he really could do

Was to roam

He sat down and thought

And remembered

All the things that he forgot

His property was stolen

And he felt very sad

The situation seemed very grave

But what Frank did

Was he forgave

It was at this time

That he was in a field

And he just felt

He needed a shield

Not one made of wood

Or of a physical substance

But a friend

Who could give him help

He looked at a nearby tree

Where he saw that it was she

A woman in a red dress

That had white frills at the bottom

and on the sleeves

Hello, my name is Abigail

It seems you have quite the tale

Life has a cost

And that means feeling lost

It is darkness

That blinds us in our time of need

But it also leads to the light

It is my hope

That you are alright

I have a boat

That sails the seas

I would love to have you

If you please

Pegleg Gregory

Hid in a barrel

From a cat that was feral

For she liked his apparel

Gregory wore a bandana

In his own cabana

And ate fresh bananas

He pulled out his sword

When the captain gave the word

He looked down at his barrel well

And realized that his movements failed

With some shaking the barrel fell

And rolled right to the islands sale

Pegleg Gregory

With one big swallow

Had found out

That the cat had followed

He grabbed his leg

Still in the barrel

To steady himself

He waved goodbye to his Cabana

And to his dear sister

Sweet Savanna

When he got to The Curdled Whale

He told his story in great detail

Of how he had lost his leg

It was that cat

The ungrateful blighter

That lit his leg

With a small lighter

It burned until

He couldn’t stand it

And he lost his job

As a bandit

That is where she found me

Yes, Captain Abigail gave me an offer

That confounded me

You have lost your leg

I see

But you can be a pirate

If you come with me

The Tale of Pirate Pierre and Cutthroat Davis

This is the tale of Pirate Pierre and Cutthroat Davis

They drank cold soda as they sailed the waves

Their captain was a sight to see
because a woman indeed was she

They rode the waves and reached the shore, of an island never seen before

The people there shouted yay, thinking they were saved today.

Pirate Pierre and Cutthroat Davis, who were pirates, yes, in times of yore
went and stole from the island store
They left the store not too barren, with the ungrateful teenage manager Karen

“We have flank steak,” the pirates cheered
The captain turned and gave a sneer

“I’m on a diet, can’t you see it’s fruit that will prevent scurvy” the captain shouted

“It’s not too late to break,” one pouted

“It deserves the plank”
so the pirates threw it off all crowded

Pirate Pierre and Cutthroat Davis tried to sneak
but they couldn’t walk down without a creak

From the store, a broom they took and hid it in the ships nook

The broom they took to clean the floor, although chores are such a bore

For gold and silver take up space
but still are carried from place to place

Pierre and Davis heard a crash
as they pictured their boat smashed

They climbed up ship where they met the captain
although she was not laughing

They got off board and reached the Tavern, where Cutthroat said
“This rocky place looks like a Cavern”
The Pirates went to the bartender
who had a smile full of splendor

“Do you have a cup of Ginger ale? I’m as thirsty as a whale”

“We’ve been searching for miles and miles, for a drink with some style”

“Do you think the captain would like some tea” A crew member turned

“I think she would prefer IBC”
The pirates went and grabbed their fill
with two IBC’s for the thrill

The pirates stepped aboard The Curdled Whale
named by Captain Abigail

Cutthroat coming from the rock, went to the captain's room
where she asked, “don’t you knock?”

He set the root beer on the desk, but captain Abigail said
“We are not finished yet”
Her hat was red like her coat
Her pistols filled and ready
“I just remembered my spaghetti,” He said leaving

With a smirk, she remembered how her father used to lurk
The thought of her father drove her crazy
She walked on deck saying
“fix the ship you lazy”

“We pirates have no fear, with some wood we can leave this peer”
With a nod and a grunt, the Pirates went on a hunt

In the forest, they found some wood
faster than they thought they could

Pirate Pierre used the ax while the crew just relaxed
They carried the wood to The Whale where it was fixed
Abigail went and searched with a creak

“I hope there are no inadequacies”
So they sailed again at first light
though the morning couldn’t feel more bright

Cutthroat pulled a map from his pocket
Which was stolen from Jim Tocket

Jim, who worked the canons
When he found out
Was angrier than salmon

“Let's hunt for treasure on Green Island, as you know it’s all on dry land”
So they sailed the sea and looked at Jim who was filled with much chagrin

“What’s wrong,” Pierre asked

“The cannons are empty”

“It’s okay, on Green Island we’ll get twenty”

So they arrived and dug for their treasure

Where there was so much

It was without measure