A POEM ABOUT NOTHING Here’s a poem about nothing. You should sit down and read it — It really is something! It’s a herd of words without a home, Nor any context upon which to roam. It exists because it’s…
Category: Original Children’s Poetry
BOOMBOX GOLDILOCKS Boombox Goldilocks Collected cuckoo clocks and penny stocks, Mismatched socks, igneous rocks, And magnetic building blocks. She listened to music when the sun shone bright, Then counted her stuff long into the night. Pancake Stacks Dax Collected thumbtacks…
WAR I am the only one alone. The others in my kingdom Have heraldry and always Three comrades at their side. Although the Court Jesters Have only each other. But I alone am alone, always alone, In a dungeon, in…
THE GAME On low-lying ground, the children started a game With the vaguest of rules but a very clear aim. The object was simply to find the way home, So, with a bagful of clues, they set off to roam.…
MERLE TURNIPSEED Old man Merle Turnipseed Lived on a farm infested with stinkweed. All of his neighbors heartily agreed Merle Turnipseed was strange indeed. His teeth were green, And his teeth were few, His breath smelled like monkeys From eating…