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Poge
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Poem
I
A.A. Milne
Elizobeth Cootsworth
Elizobeth-Ellen Long
Dovid McCord
The More lt Snows
Rhyme
Roin Clouds
To Wolk in Worm Roin
2
Noncy Byrd Turner Lincoln
Myro Cohn Livingston Mqrtin Luther King
Lilion Moore
Ground Hog Doy
3
Judith Viorst
Roy Fuller
Chorles & Mory
Lomb
Morley
Horry Grohom
Rose Henderson
Christopher
4
5
Some Things Don'f Mske Any Sense of All
Bring Up Bobies
The First Toolh
Six Weeks OId
Uncle
Growing Old
Moriono Griswold
Von Rensseloer
Monners
Leroy F.
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.
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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
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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
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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.