KLASY IV:

My Lunch

A candy bar.

A piece of cake.

A lollipop.

A chocolate shake.

A jelly donut.

Chocolate chips.

Some gummy worms

and licorice whips.

A candy cane.

A lemon drop.

Some bubblegum

and soda pop.

Vanilla wafers.

Cherry punch.

My mom slept in

while I made lunch.

--Kenn Nesbitt

My Teacher Calls Me Sweetie Cakes

My teacher calls me sweetie cakes.

My classmates think it's funny

to hear her call me angel face

or pookie bear or honey.

She calls me precious baby doll.

She calls me pumpkin pie

or doodle bug or honey bunch

or darling butterfly.

My class is so embarrassing

I need to find another;

just any class at all

in which the teacher's not my mother.

--Kenn Nesbitt

My puppy punched me in the eye

My rabbit whacked my ear.

My ferret gave a frightful cry

and roundhouse kicked my rear.

My lizard flipped me upside down.

My kitten kicked my head.

My hamster slammed me to the ground

and left me nearly dead.

So my advice? Avoid regrets;

no matter what you do,

don't ever let your family pets

take lessons in kung fu.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Little Things

Little drops of water,

Little drains of sand,

Make the mighty ocean

And the beauteous land.

And the little moments,

Humble though they be,

Make the mighty ages

Of eternity.

So our little errors

Lead the soul away,

From the paths of virtue

Into sin to stray.

Little deeds of kindness,

Little words of love,

Make our earth an Eden,

Like the heaven above.

--Julia A. Carney

The Cow

The friendly cow, all red and white,

I love with all my heart:

She gives me cream with all her might,

To eat with apple tart.

She wanders lowing here and there,

And yet she cannot stray,

All in the pleasant open air,

The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass

And wet with all the showers,

She walks among the meadow grass

And eats the meadow flowers.

--Robert Louis Stevenson

Basketball’s My Favorite Sport

Basketball’s my favorite sport.

I dribble up and down the court.

The ball goes bouncing off my toes

and beans the teacher on the nose.

He stumbles back and grabs his nose

and hits the wall and down he goes.

The other players stop and stare.

They’ve never heard the teacher swear.

With no one playing anymore,

I grab the ball. I shoot. I score.

I love this game! It’s so much fun.

The teacher cried, but, hey—we won!

--Kenn Nesbitt

Back to School Kit

by Cheryl Sandberg

Pencils, sharpeners, rubbers, pens,

at last a chance to see your friends.

Highlighters, folders, books, glue,

make sure your ink is black and not blue.

Notepad, scissors, markers, ring binders,

and you’ve clipped in your colour dividers.

Protractor, tape, setsquare, pencil case,

check it to see that all is in place.

Files, calculator, ruler, gym shoes

and that’s the whole kit all ready to use.

Autumn Time

by Cheryl Sandberg

There are many colours that now appear,

once September's here.

The trees transform before our eyes,

rain marks the skies.

Bold yellows, sharp orange, deep red,

beneath the sky of lead.

Birds migrate and insects vanish,

harsh winds banish.

Days grow short the night time long,

hear the blackbirds song.

The winds are cooler the night air cold,

autumns taking hold.

King Looks On

by Cheryl Sandberg

He watched from his shade

lionesses gathering for a hunting raid.

Already he had told them of his hunger

roared and scared them with his anger.

Those sandy cats were trained to kill

hunting pray to have their fill.

A pride of lions, deadly sleek,

driving fear into the brave and to the weak.

The king he watched them fade from sight

then closed his eyes to shield them from the light.

Rescue Dog

By Cheryl Sandberg

His heavy paws pad at the snow,

as deeper still his tread will go.

The air is full of heavy flakes,

he pushes on, has what it takes.

His shaggy hair is thick and warm

a shield against the savage storm.

Around his neck a first aid kit,

it's freezing cold but will into quit.

He has the scent and soon will find

the man who's injured, lost and blind.

I rode a rainbow unicorn

I rode a rainbow unicorn.

We sailed across the sky.

(I'd fed him lots of Skittles,

since they always make him fly.)

We took off like a comet

on a long and graceful flight.

And everywhere the people stopped

and marveled at the sight.

His path was bright and colorful.

It sparkled, shimmered, shined,

as he arced across the heavens

shooting rainbows from behind.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Opposite Day

It's Opposite Day!

It's Opposite Day!

The day to do things

in the opposite way.

I wear my pants backward.

My shirt's inside out.

I scream to talk softly.

I whisper to shout.

I write with my foot and

I kick with my hand.

I stare with my eyes closed.

I sit down to stand.

I drink from a plate and

I eat from a cup.

I climb into bed when

it's time to wake up.

I frown when I'm happy.

I smile when I'm sad.

I say, "I like liver,

but ice cream is bad."

I claim that it's dark

when it's sunny and bright.

If something is black,

I insist that it's white.

I stand still for dancing.

When running, I crawl.

So please understand:

I don't like you at all.

--Kenn Nesbitt

I didn’t go camping

I didn't go camping.

I didn't go hiking.

I didn't go fishing.

I didn't go biking.

I didn't go play

on the slides at the park.

I didn't watch shooting stars

way after dark.

I didn't play baseball

or soccer outside.

I didn't go on an

amusement park ride.

I didn't throw Frisbees.

I didn't fly kites,

or have any travels,

or see any sights.

I didn't watch movies

with blockbuster crowds,

or lay on the front lawn

and look at the clouds.

I didn't go swimming

at pools or beaches,

or visit an orchard

and pick a few peaches.

I didn't become

a guitarist or drummer,

but, boy, I played plenty

of Minecraft this summer.

--Kenn Nesbitt

I tried to take a selfie I tried to take a selfie

when I was all alone.

I never should have done it.

It broke my mobile phone.

I guess I'm not so pretty.

I thought that I was cuter.

I snapped one with my laptop

and busted the computer.

I cracked my father's camera.

My mother's iPad too.

This shouldn't be so difficult.

I don't know what to do.

At last I got a selfie;

perhaps the worst one yet.

I posted it online today.

It broke the Internet.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Bird Talk

Do you think birds find people funny? Let's listen to what the robin

and the jay have to say.

‘Think...’ said the robin,

‘Think...’ said the jay,

sitting in the garden

talking one day.

‘Think about people

the way they grow:

they don’t have feathers

at all, you know.

They don’t eat beetles,

they don’t grow wings,

they don’t like sitting

on wires and things.’

‘Think!’ said the robin.

‘Think!’ said the jay.

‘Aren’t people funny

to be that way?’

----Aileen Fisher

Until We Built a Cabin

When we lived in a city

(three flights up and down)

I never dreamed how many stars

Could show about a town.

When we moved to a village

Where lighted streets were few.

I thought I could see ALL the starts,

But, oh, I never knew …

Until we built a cabin

Where hills are high and far,

I never knew how many

Many stars there really are.

----- Aileen Fisher

Up in the Air

Good-bye to the airport!

Good-bye to the ground!

My seatbelt is buckled tightly around.

The airplane is full of a roaring sound.

Faster and faster and faster we race

Over the earth and up into space.

Everyone sitting in one small place.

Red lights, blue lights spin on the ground.

My seatbelt is buckled tightly around.

We come from the sky n a roaring sound.

Faster and faster and faster we race.

Good-bye to sky and good-bye to space.

Hello to Earth in another place!

--- Myra Cohn Livingston

After a Bath by Aileen Fisher

After my bath

I try, try, try

to wipe myself

till I'm dry, dry, dry.

Hands to wipe

and fingers and toes

and two wet legs

and a shiny nose.

Just think how much

less time I'd take

if I were a dog

and could shake, shake, shake.

KLASY V:

I played a game

I played a game.

I rode my bike.

I had a snack.

I took a hike.

I read a book.

I watched T.V.

I built a fort.

I climbed a tree.

I surfed the web.

I played guitar.

I caught a bug

inside a jar.

I called my friends.

I dug a hole.

I kicked a ball.

I scored a goal.

I had a swim.

I learned to skate.

I played with toys.

I stayed up late.

It's fair to say

I do like school,

but even more, though,

weekends rule!

--Kenn Nesbitt

Mindy

Mindy’s dress is cute and frilly

Mindy wears her hair in bangs

Mindy likes to play with Millie

Mindy has the sharpest fangs!

Mindy’s skin is white and ashen

Mindy looks just like her dad

Wearing black is Mindy’s fashion

As it was with Grandpa Vlad

Mindy and so many others

--Kim and Sue and Bob and Rex--

Join their fathers and their mothers

Drinking blood from people’s necks

Vampires live in every city

Look for them tomorrow night

Most are sweet and very pretty

Ask one over for a bite

--Jeff Mondak

I Taught My Cat to Clean My Room

A Funny Cat Poem for Kids I taught my cat to clean my room,

to use a bucket, brush and broom,

to dust my books and picture frames,

and pick up all my toys and games.

He puts my pants and shirts away,

and makes my bed, and I should say

it seems to me it's only fair

he puts away my underwear.

In fact, I think he's got it made.

I'm not too happy with our trade.

He may pick up my shoes and socks,

but I clean out his litter box.

--Kenn Nesbitt

My Teacher Took My iPod

She said they had a rule;

I couldn't bring it into class

or even to the school.

She said she would return it;

I'd have it back today.

But then she tried my headphones on

and gave a click on Play.

She looked a little startled,

but after just a while

she made sure we were occupied

and cracked a wicked smile.

Her body started swaying.

Her toes began to tap.

She soon was grooving in her seat

and rocking to the rap.

My teacher changed her mind.

She said it's now okay

to bring my iPod into class.

She takes it every day.

--Kenn Nesbit

April Fool's Day

Mackenzie put a whoopie cushion

on the teacher's chair.

Makayla told the teacher

that a bug was in her hair.

Alyssa brought an apple

with a purple gummy worm

and gave it to the teacher

just to see if she would squirm.

Elijah left a piece of plastic

dog doo on the floor,

and Vincent put some plastic vomit

in the teacher's drawer.

Amanda put a goldfish

in the teacher's drinking glass.

These April Fool's Day pranks

are ones that you could use in class.

Before you go and try them, though,

there's something I should mention:

The teacher wasn't fooling

when she put us in detention.

--Kenn Nesbitt

My Mom's Spaghetti

My mom makes disgusting spaghetti

with horseradish sauce and sardines.

She tops it with pickles and mustard,

bananas and barbecued beans.

She serves it for supper on Sunday.

On Monday we have it for lunch.

It's breakfast on Tuesday and Wednesday.

By Thursday, you guessed it, it's brunch.

I don't like to hurt my mom's feelings.

I said that I loved it. (I lied.)

I always gave mine to our doggy.

And that's why our poor doggy died.

So next time you serve us spaghetti,

dear mother, don't make it like that.

Please serve it with red sauce and meatballs,

and that way it won't kill the cat.

--Kenn Nesbitt and Donna Lee Murphy

Thoughts On a Rainy Day

I don’t like heights, I’m scared of lightning

This whole trip seems very frightening

The sky looks dark, the wind is roaring

And everyone I know is pouring

I should have worn two parachutes,

Some gloves, a helmet, and new boots

What is going to become of me?

What if I get lost at sea,

Or wash away right down some drain,

Or smash into a window pane?

I can’t be worried, I can’t be blue

I have a special job to do

There it is, I see the ground

I’m nearly there, I’m almost down

I’m heading for that wishing well

Now what was I supposed to yell?

--Jeff Mondak

My Mom's Spaghetti

My mom makes disgusting spaghetti

with horseradish sauce and sardines.

She tops it with pickles and mustard,

bananas and barbecued beans.

She serves it for supper on Sunday.

On Monday we have it for lunch.

It's breakfast on Tuesday and Wednesday.

By Thursday, you guessed it, it's brunch.

I don't like to hurt my mom's feelings.

I said that I loved it. I lied.

I always gave mine to our doggy.

And that's why our poor doggy died.

So next time you serve us spaghetti,

dear mother, don't make it like that.

Please serve it with red sauce and meatballs,

and that way it won't kill the cat.

--Kenn Nesbitt and Donna Lee Murphy

Ants and Spiders

by Cheryl Sandberg

Behind the bush upon the mound

ants are moving with no sound.

Leaves are passed along the chain,

ants as one, a single brain.

Strands of silver make a net,

unseen web, a silent threat.

Fly is caught it's far too late

spider comes to seal his fate.

Ants march on to feed the queen

deep below she is unseen.

Workers feed the silent drones

in their capsule breeding zones.

Spider shoots its web to reach

across the ever widening breach.

Swinging on a single thread

beyond the gap the web is spread.

Sheep Dog

by Meg Wiseman

A movement in the grass,

black and white streaks,

low and then up, sprinting

and coming round to steer the

sheep, their feet pounding the

field, as he is silent, abrupt, quick,

nose level, creeping then

running again.

In the back ground a man

calls, his voice a sharp

command and then a whistle.

The dog halts and waits,

the wind has gone, the air still,

the high pitch call follows and

once again he is off, turning quickly

pulling in his quarry, guiding

his sheep through the gate.

The Great Summer Blue

by Meg Wiseman

I have been waiting for this moment

and now I'm beneath it,

looking up to it, spell bound.

Above is the great blue,

the first great summer blue

of the year,

and it pulls me,

surrounds me,

fills me with warmth.

The clouds have disappeared,

all is clear above and

beyond the great blue grows.

The warm rays of summer

spread out in the blue,

stretch and welcome us

and we are beneath it,

knowing with pleasure that

it's going to be sunny all day

A Frog in his Tea

by Rex Miller

The frog was tired of sitting still

So it jumped from the lawn

To the window sill,

And hopped through the gap

Down onto the rug,

Then up on the arm and into the mug.

The man looked down to his cup of tea

And saw something swimming

That couldn't get free.

He lifted it carefully and there in his

Drink were two blinking eyes

Looking up in surprise.

Both being shocked to meet over tea

The frog and the man

swopped smiles of glee.

Lifting him on to his palm he said

"Now that's what I call a mug shot

Thank goodness my tea was not hot."

My smartphone isn’t very smart

My smartphone isn't very smart.

In fact, it's rather dumb.

It's dumber than a doorknob

or a piece of chewing gum.

It used to be so awesome,

but now my phone is lame.

It cannot surf the Internet.

It cannot play a game.

It can't take any pictures.

It can't install an app.

It can't look up my email

or an address on a map.

It won't play any music.

It cannot calculate.

It won't bring up a calendar

to show the time or date.

It cannot send a message.

It cannot make a call.

It's safe to say my smartphone

won't do anything at all.

It wasn't always like this.

Perhaps you'll take a peek?

I don't know why it acts like this.

I charged it just last week!

--Kenn Nesbitt

I think my dad is Dracula

I think my dad is Dracula.

I know that sounds insane,

but listen for a moment and

allow me to explain.

We don't live in a castle,

and we never sleep in caves.

But, still, there's something weird

about the way my dad behaves.

I never see him go out

in the daytime when it's light.

He sleeps all day till evening,

then he leaves the house at night.

He comes home in the morning

saying, "Man, I'm really dead!"

He kisses us goodnight, and then

by sunrise he's in bed.

My mom heard my suspicion

and she said, "You're not too swift.

Your father's not a vampire.

He just works the graveyard shift."

--Kenn Nesbitt

My mother does my homework

My mother does my homework.

She thinks it's loads of fun.

She says that she's just "helping" me

but, soon enough, it's done.

We sit down at the dinner table

every single night.

She answers all the questions

and she always gets them right.

And now and then, she'll tell me

I should go and take my bath.

When I get back, I find she's done

my science and my math.

You'd think that I'd be overjoyed

to never have to work.

But every time she "helps me out"

I nearly go berserk.

I ask if I can do it, but

she shrugs off my requests.

So all my grades are crummy

since she doesn't take my tests.

--Kenn Nesbitt

XBOX, XBOX

Xbox, Xbox,

you're the one for me.

I also love my 3DS

and my Nintendo Wii.

GameCube, GameBoy,

Apple iPod Touch.

I never thought that I would ever

be in love this much.

Pac-Man, Sonic,

Mario, and Link.

Your names are etched inside my mind

in everlasting ink.

Run, jump, flip, hang,

double-jump, and climb.

That's all I want to do

with every second of my time.

This is true love.

Yes, it's plain to see.

Xbox, Xbox,

will you marry me?

--Kenn Nesbitt

Minecraft Mike

Hello, my friends. My name is Mike.

I never hike or ride a bike.

You see, the only thing I like

is playing lots of Minecraft.

I never run, or climb a tree,

or sail a ship across the sea.

Why, I don't even watch TV.

I just play lots of Minecraft.

I don't play sports of any sorts,

on basketball or tennis courts,

in training shoes and running shorts.

I'm only good at Minecraft.

You'll never see me pet the cat,

or shop online to buy a hat,

or instant message, text, or chat.

I'm busy playing Minecraft.

In fact, I'm busy as can be,

so if you'd like to talk to me,

there's just one way, and that, you see,

is multiplayer Minecraft.

--Kenn Nesbitt

KLASY VI:

Nobody Knows Where Our Bus Driver Goes

Nobody knows

Where our bus driver goes

While all of us kids are at school

Does he study the map,

Does he take a nice nap,

Or lazily lounge by the pool?

Nobody knows

Where our bus driver goes

Nor what he may do with his time

Does he work for the mayor,

Is he off cutting hair,

Or secretly out fighting crime?

Nobody knows

Where our bus driver goes

He's probably a spaceman from Mars

But he might be a spy

Or a rock-n-roll guy

Who's flailing on electric guitars

Nobody knows

Where our bus driver goes

He leaves us each morning at eight

All that we see

Is our bus back at three

And, boy, we're sure glad he's not late!

--Jeff Mondak

A Funny Dog Poem

My doggy likes to disco dance.

He boogies every night.

He dances in his doghouse

till the early morning light.

The other dogs come running

when they hear my doggy swing.

A few will play their instruments.

The others dance and sing.

They pair off with their partners

as their tails begin to wag.

They love to do the bunny hop,

the fox trot and the shag.

You'll see the doghouse rocking

as a hundred dogs or more

all trip the light fantastic

on the doghouse disco floor.

At last, at dawn, they exit

in the early morning breeze,

and stop to sniff the fire hydrants,

bushes, lawns and trees.

I just don't understand it

for although it looks like fun.

I can't see how they fit inside

that doghouse built for one.

--Kenn Nesbitt

I'm building a rocket.

I'm building a rocket.

As soon as I'm done

I'm taking my friends

on a trip to the sun.

But what do you mean

that the sun is too hot?

Oh well, I suppose

I'll just pick a new spot.

I'm building a rocket.

I'm finishing soon

and taking my friends

on a trip to the moon!

But what do you mean

that the moon has no air?

Well dang, then I guess

that we can't go up there.

I'm building a rocket.

It's going to fly.

I'm taking my friends

way up high in the sky.

But what do you mean

when you ask how we'll land?

This rocket is harder

to build than I planned.

To heck with the rocket.

It's out in the shed.

I'm taking my friends

out for pizza instead.

--Kenn Nesbitt

All My Great Excuses

I started on my homework

but my pen ran out of ink.

My hamster ate my homework.

My computer's on the blink.

I accidentally dropped it

in the soup my mom was cooking.

My brother flushed it down the toilet

when I wasn't looking.

My mother ran my homework

through the washer and the dryer.

An airplane crashed into our house.

My homework caught on fire.

Tornadoes blew my notes away.

Volcanoes struck our town.

My notes were taken hostage

by an evil killer clown.

Some aliens abducted me.

I had a shark attack.

A pirate swiped my homework

and refused to give it back.

I worked on these excuses

so darned long my teacher said,

"I think you'll find it's easier

to do the work instead."

--Kenn Nesbitt

I Don't Know What to Do Today

I don't know what to do today.

Perhaps I'll go outside and play,

or stay indoors and watch TV,

or take a bath, or climb a tree.

Or maybe I'll go ride my bike,

or pick my nose, or take a hike,

or jump a rope, or scratch my head,

or play a game, or stay in bed,

or dance a jig, or pet the cat,

or drink some milk, or buy a hat,

or sing a song, or read a book,

or change my socks, or learn to cook,

or dig a hole, or eat a pear,

or call my friends, or brush my hair,

or hold my breath, or have a race,

or stand around and slap my face.

I'm so confused, and bored, and blue,

to not know what I ought to do.

I guess that I should just ask you.

So, what do you think I should do?

--Kenn Nesbitt

Great Explorers at School

by Rex Miller

The teacher stood with pen in hand

"What year did Armstrong's spaceship land?

When did Columbus sail the seas

to put his precious Queen at ease?

And how about intrepid Scott?

I need some answers now you lot!"

I see this means that you have failed

to find where Captain Cook once sailed”

and no one knows of Francis Drake?”

The students watched the teacher shake

“I set this homework late last week

and here you are...will no one speak?”

Then one by one the students rose

the teacher raised her arms and froze.

The students spoke, their voices one

“Yes miss, the homework has been done.

In Nineteen sixty nine, in mid July

Armstrong’s rocket streaked the sky,

and during fourteen ninety two

Columbus found great lands anew.

Then Captain Cook was big down under

with so much land it’s little wonder,

and Drake, well miss, for goodness sake

he sailed the globe without a break.”

The teacher fell back in her chair,

which tumbled down, feet in the air.

She jumped back up and screamed out loud

“My class you’ve made me very proud!”

Adresy stron internetowych z amerykańskimi wierszami:

http://www.poetry4kids.com/

http://www.storyit.com/Classics/JustPoems/classicpoems.htm/

http://www.funny-poems.co.uk/

http://www.gigglepoetry.com/

http://www.jeffspoemsforkids.com/s1.php?id=53