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Grondpo Dropped Jockson Monico Shonnon Williom Joy Smith ShelSilverstein Michoel Dugon Hugh Meorns His Glosses How to Tell Goblins from Elves Unicorn Slithergodee Gumble The Little Mon Tommy Geldmsker Dr. Burke ENG 4144 10/2114 lnlroduclion This onthology hos mony different types of poetry. lt hos funny poems thot moke you lough ond rhyming thot mokes you enjoy reoding it. Seosons ore included in some of these poerns ond people thot ore importont to me. The Lincoln poem wos o fovorite becouse I shore o birthdole with him. There ore mony scory, fun, ond spooky poems included. Other poems discuss fomily ond some of them ore of mylhicol chorocters which is olwoys fun. These poems hove greot rhyming, ond lhey ore funny. lt is fun to reod poems with these elements, ond it mqkes them o good experience for the student. They will engoge your emotions thot will toke you on o journey thot will mqke lough. or experience rnony other feelings. The onthology wos prepored to moke you hoppy, but olso hqve elements meter. ond form. I hove enjoyed it ond I hope you do os well. of The More It Snows The more it SNotJffi-tiddely-pom, The more it GOES-tiddely-pom The more it COES-tiddely-pom 0n Snowing. Rhyme And nobody KN0lfS-tiddely-Pom, How cold my TOES-tiddely-pom How cold my TOES-tiddely-pom Are Growing. A. A. Milne I like to see a thunder storm, A dunder storm, A blunder storm, t like to see it, black and slow, Corne stumbling down the hills. i like to hear a thunder storm, A plunder storm, A wonder storm, Roar loudly at our little house And shake the window sills! Elizabeth Caatswartlt Rain Clouds Along a road Not built by man There winds a silent Caravan Of camel-clouds \Phose humped graY backs Are weighted down 'n0ith heavy packs Of long-awaited, Precious rain To make the old earth Young again, And dress her shabbY Fields and hiils In green grass siik tWith wild-flower frilis. Elizabeth'Ellen Long To Walk in Warm Rain To walk in warm rain And get wetter and wetter! To do it again* To walk in warm rain Tillyou driP like a drain. To rn alk in warm rain And get wetter and wetter. Dauid McCard Lincoln There was a boY of other daYs, A quiet, awkward, earnest lad, Who trudged longweary miles to get A book on which his heart was setAnd then no candle had! Martin Luther King He was too poor to buY a lamP But very wise in woodmen's ways' He gathered seasoned bough and stem, And crisping teaf, and kindled them Got me a sPecial Place For Marrin Lurher King. His Picture on the wall Makes me sing. lnto I look arittar a long time And think of some Real good waYs We will overcolne. a ruddy blaze. Then as he lay fulllength and read, The firelight flickered on his face, And etched his shadow on the gloom, And made a picture in the room, In that most humble Place. The hard years came' the hard years went, But, gentle, brave, and strong of will, He met them all. And when todaY 'We see his pictured face, we saY, "There's light uPon it still"' Nancy ByrdTurner 'Myra Cohn Liuingstan Ground Hog DaY Ground Hog sleePs All winter Snug in his fur, Dreams Green dreams of Grassy shoots, Of nicely newly nibblY Roots* Ah, he starts ttr Stir" tffith drowsy Stare Looks from his burrow Out on fields of Snow. What's there? Oh no" His shadow. Oh, How sad! Six more Iflintry \0'eeks To go. Lilian Moore L f,'ffffi;,3,T;'* Myrnom says I,m hersugarplurn. My morn says I,m her laib.' Yy Torn says I'm completely pefiecr Just the way I am. My says I'm a super-special wonderful terrific ryom Iittle guy. My mom just had another baby. \)(/Iry? Judith Viorst Bringfug Up Babies If-babies could speak theyU tell mother or nurse Thatslapping was pointless, and why: Forif you're not crying it prompm yo, ,o .ry, And if you are-then you cry worse. Roy Fuller The First Tooth Through rhe house what busy joy, Just because the infant boy Has a tiny tooth to show! I have got a double row, All as white, and all as small; Yet no one cares for mine at all. He can say but half a word, Yet that single soundt preferred To all the words rhat I can say In the longest summer day. He cannot walk, yet if he put With mimic motion out his foot, As if he thought he were advancing, Itk prized more than my best dancing. Charles and lvlarl, lapl$ Six Weeks Old He is so small, he does not know The summer sun, the winter snow; The spring that ebbs and comes again, All this is far beyond his ken. h lit$e woild he ieels and sees: His mother's arms, his mother's knees; He hides his face against her breast, And does oot care to learn the rest" Cbristapher Morley Uncle Uncle, whose inventive brains Kept evolving aeroplanes, Fell {rorn an enormous height On my garden lawn,last night. Flying is a fatal sport, Uncle wrecked the tennis-court. Haty Grabttr?t Growing Old Manners \fhen I grow old I hope to be I have an uncle I don t like, An aunt i cannot bear: She chucks me underneath the chin, He ruffles up my hair. Another uncie I adore, Another aunty; too: She shakes me kindiy by the hand, He saysr "How do you do?" Rose Hendersott Grandpa Dropped His Glasses Mttriaus Crisuold Van Reftsselaer Grandpapa Grandpapa fell down a drain; Couldn't scramble out again. Now he's floating down the sewer There's one grandpapa the fewer. Hoty As beautiful as Grandma Lee. Her hair is soft and fluffu r,vhite. Her eyes are blue and candle bright. And down her cheeks are cunning piles O{ }ittie ripples when she smiles. Grabant Grandpa dropped his glasses once In a pot of dye, And when he put them on again He saw a purple sky. Purple birds rvere rising up From a purple hill, NIen were grinding p;-lrpie cider At a purple mill. Purple Adeline *,as playing Wirh a purple doll, Littie purple dragonflies "Were crawling up the wail. And at the supper table He got $azy as a loon From eating purple apple dumplings With a purple spoon. L.erol' E .facksort + Slithergadee The Slithergadee has crawled out of the sea' me' He may .urch all the others, but he won't catch No you won't catch me, old Slithergadee, You may catch all the others, but you How to Tell Goblins from Elves wo-_ The Goblin has a wider mouth Than any wondering elf. The saddest part of this is that He brings it on himself. For hanging in a willow clumP In baskets made of sheaves, You may $ee the baby goblins Under coverlets of leaves. They suck a pink and podgy foot (As human babies do), And then they suck the other one, Until they're sucking two. And so it is that goblins'mouths Keep growing very round. So you can't mistake a goblin, Vhen a goblin you have found. Shel Siluerstein Gumble The Gumble lives behind the door; At night he's oft inclined to snore, Waking me irr such a fright I leap from bed, turn on the light, And clad in dressing gown and slippers Drag out the Gumble by his flippers, Admonish him with such a smack He first turns blue and then turns black, While I, ashamed at what I've done, Go back to bed and count t0 one Thousand and three Gumblish sheep In vain attempt to go to sleeP, While Gumble sniggers, "serves him right, I hope he's kept awake all night." Monica Shannou Michael Dugan Unicorn The Unicorn with the long white horn Is beautiful and wild. : gallops across the forest green , quickly that he's seldom seen here Peacocks their blue feathers preen And strawberries grow wild. e flees the hunter and the hounds, ron black earth his white hoo{ pounds, ver cold mountain streams he bounds And comes to a meadow mild; rere, when he kneels to take his nap, e lays his head in a lady's lap As gently as a child" William Jay Smitb The Little Man As I r,vas walking up the stair I met a man who wasn't there; He wasn't there again today. I wish, I wish he'd stay away. Hwghes Mearns 5 Work Cited Cootsworth, E. (,l957). Poems. New York: Mocmillon. Dugcn, M. {1991}. Twenty-five poems. Cloyton: English Deportment, Monosh University. Prelutsky, J. (.l983). Ihe Rondom House book of poetry far children. New York, NY: Rondom House. Viorst, J., & Cherry, L. (l 981 ). lf I were in charge of the world ond ofher wonies; Poems for children and their parents. New York: Atheneum.
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