Poems about Kids

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Poems about Kids

I eat my peas with honey
I've done it all my life;
It makes the peas taste funny
But it keeps them on my knife.


My Brother Ate a Planet

My brother ate a planet
I confess it was bizarre,
He consumed a couple of comets
Then he gobbled up a star.

He was positively peckish
On an eating escapade;
So he slurped a supernova
With a glass of lemonade.

He absorbed the solar system
With extra ordinary haste;
For an interstellar supper
Couldn't satisfy his taste.

He progressed with pure precision
As I witnessed his dismay;
How he swallowed in a second
The entire Milky Way.

Soon he guzzled every galaxy
They never stood a chance;
And were powerless to halt
His astronomical advance.

Not a particle was pardoned
in accordance with his plan;
He ingested every object
In a million light year span.

All the damage he inflicted
I can't possibly reverse;
I should not have chosen candy
For my model universe.
John Brassey 2007


Don't Bring Camels in the Classroom

Don't bring camels in the classroom.
Don't bring scorpions to school.
Don't bring rhinos, rats, or reindeer.
Don't bring mice or moose or mule.

Pull your penguin off the playground.
Put your python in a tree.
Place your platypus wherever
you think platypi should be.

Lose your leopard and your lemur.
Leave your llama and your leech.
Take your tiger, toad and toucan
anywhere but where they teach.

Send your wombat and your weasel
with your wasp and wolverine.
Hide your hedgehog and hyena
where you're sure they won't be seen.

Please get rid of your gorilla.
Please kick out your kangaroo.
No the teacher didn't mean it
when she called the class a "zoo".
Kenn Nesbitt

Poems about Kids

When that I was and a little Tiny Boy

When that I was and a little tiny boy
With hey,ho, the wind and the rain;
A fooish thing was but a toy
For the vain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate
With hey,ho, the wind and the rain;
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate
For the vain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world began
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that's all one, our play is done
And we'll strive to please you every day.
William Shakespeare



Beyond, beyond, the mountain line
The grey stone and the boulder;
beyond ythe growth of dark green pine
That crowns it's western shoulder;
There lies that fairy land of mine
Unseen of a beholder.

It's fruits are all like rubies rare
It's streams are clear as glasses;
There golden castles hang in air
And purple grapes in masses;
And noble knights and ladies fair
Come riding down the passes.

Ah me! they say if I could stand
Upon those mountain ledges;
I should but see on either hand
Plain fields and dusty hedges.
And yet I know my fairy land;
Lies somewhere o'er their hedges.
Cecil Frances Alexander.

Poems about Kids

There was an old man from Peru
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe;
He woke in a fright
In the middle of the night
And found it was perfectly true.


Magic tricks and getting clever
Tall as me now is where he stands;
Practice and more practice is what he needs
To make the grade and a magician stand!


Kids are little people before they get all spoilt
Bouncy, laughing and wriggling balls of fun;
Sometimes smelly and very very tired
That's how they are when they play out in the sun.


Open minds see different things
We've closed ours down so much;
That's why grandchildren feel so good
Reminding us of such.


Where Children live

You may not find things all in place,
Friend, when you enter here,
But,we're a home where children live,
We hold them very dear.

And you may find small fingerprints
And smudges on the wall,
When the kids are gone, we#ll clean them up[
Right now, we're playing ball.

For there's one thing of which we're sure,
these children are on loan,
One day they're always underfoot,
Next thing you know they're gone.

That's when we'll have a well kept house,
When they're off on their own.
Right now, this is where the children live,
A loved and lived in home.


Poems about Kids