Poems for children

An elephant slept in his bunk, And in slumber his chest rose and sunk. But he snored -- how he snored! All the other beasts roared- So his wife tied a knot in his trunk. Anonymous

There once was a girl who said, “HowShall I manage to carry my cow?Every time that I ask itTo get in my basket,It makes such a terrible row.”Anonymous

There was an old man of PeruWho dreamt he was eating his shoe.He woke in the night,With a terrible fright,And found it was perfectly true.Anonymous

When Freddie Had Spaghetti

When Freddie had spaghettiit was something of a sight.He would spin it with his fingers.He would whip it left and right.

He would swing it in a circle.He would toss it in the air.He would flip it on his forehead.He would wear it in his hair.

He would put it in his pockets.He would stuff it in his socks.He would cram it into cabinets.He would squash it onto clocks.

He would drape it on the table.He would pour it on the floor.He would stick it to the windows,and then ask to have some more.

He would play with it all morning,through the afternoon, and night,but he didn't like the tasteso Freddie never ate a bite.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Nile and NateNile admired the crocodile,but Nate preferred the gator.They disagreed for quite a whilewhich animal was greater.

Regrettably, it's still obscurewhich one snuck up behind them,and all that we can say for sureis that we'll never find them.

--Kenn Nesbit

My Lunch

A candy bar.A piece of cake.A lollipop.A chocolate shake.

A jelly donut.Chocolate chips.Some gummy wormsand licorice whips.

A candy cane.A lemon drop.Some bubblegumand soda pop.

Vanilla wafers.Cherry punch.My mom slept inwhile I made lunch.

--Kenn Nesbitt

I Think I'm Related to Bigfoot

A Funny Bigfoot Poem for Kids

I think I'm related to Bigfoot,though nothing has ever been proved.I sort of suspect he's a cousin,just seven or eight times removed.

It's not that I'm apelike or hairy.It isn't the size of my feet.It's more on account of my family.We're all fairly far from petite.

My sister is kind of a Bigmouth.

My brother could go by Bigsmelly.My mother is known for her Bighair.My father? You guessed it: Bigbelly.

And as for myself, I'm attractive.You might even call me a cutie,except for one obvious feature...my family all call me Bigbootie.

--Kenn Nesbitt

My Puppy Makes PizzaMy puppy makes pizza.He bakes every dayIn chef hat and apronhe's quite the gourmet.He'll roll out some doughand he'll give it a toss,then spread on a generoustopping of sauce.He'll heap it with cheesesand mountains of meat,but, still, it's not somethingyou'd probably eat.For though he makes pizzawith obvious flair,it all ends up coveredwith slobber and hair.

--Kenn Nesbitt