KLASY IV: 1) My Lunch 2) My Teacher Calls Me Sweetie Cakes A candy bar. A piece of cake. A lollipop. A chocolate shake. My teacher calls me sweetie cakes. My classmates think it's funny to hear her call me angel face or pookie bear or honey. A jelly donut. Chocolate chips. Some gummy worms and licorice whips. She calls me precious baby doll. She calls me pumpkin pie or doodle bug or honey bunch or darling butterfly. A candy cane. A lemon drop. Some bubblegum and soda pop. My class is so embarrassing I need to find another; just any class at all in which the teacher's not my mother. Vanilla wafers. Cherry punch. My mom slept in while I made lunch. --Kenn Nesbitt --Kenn Nesbitt 3) My puppy punched me in the eye 4) Little Things My rabbit whacked my ear. My ferret gave a frightful cry and roundhouse kicked my rear. Little drops of water, Little drains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the beauteous land. 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. 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. --Kenn Nesbitt Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above. --Julia A. Carney 5) The Cow 6) Basketball’s My Favorite Sport 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. 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. She wanders lowing here and there, And yet she cannot stray, All in the pleasant open air, The pleasant light of day; 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. 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. 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! --Robert Louis Stevenson --Kenn Nesbitt 7) Back to School Kit 8) Autumn Time by Cheryl Sandberg by Cheryl Sandberg Pencils, sharpeners, rubbers, pens, at last a chance to see your friends. There are many colours that now appear, once September's here. Highlighters, folders, books, glue, make sure your ink is black and not blue. The trees transform before our eyes, rain marks the skies. Notepad, scissors, markers, ring binders, and you’ve clipped in your colour dividers. Bold yellows, sharp orange, deep red, beneath the sky of lead. Protractor, tape, setsquare, pencil case, check it to see that all is in place. Birds migrate and insects vanish, harsh winds banish. Files, calculator, ruler, gym shoes and that’s the whole kit all ready to use. Days grow short the night time long, hear the blackbirds song. The winds are cooler the night air cold, autumns taking hold. 9) King Looks On 10 )Rescue Dog by Cheryl Sandberg By Cheryl Sandberg He watched from his shade lionesses gathering for a hunting raid. His heavy paws pad at the snow, as deeper still his tread will go. Already he had told them of his hunger roared and scared them with his anger. The air is full of heavy flakes, he pushes on, has what it takes. Those sandy cats were trained to kill hunting pray to have their fill. His shaggy hair is thick and warm a shield against the savage storm. A pride of lions, deadly sleek, driving fear into the brave and to the weak. Around his neck a first aid kit, it's freezing cold but will into quit. The king he watched them fade from sight then closed his eyes to shield them from the light. He has the scent and soon will find the man who's injured, lost and blind. KLASY V: 1) I played a game 2) Mindy 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! Mindy’s dress is cute and frilly Mindy wears her hair in bangs Mindy likes to play with Millie Mindy has the sharpest fangs! --Kenn Nesbitt 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 3) 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 4) 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 5) April Fool's Day 6) My Mom's Spaghetti Mackenzie put a whoopie cushion on the teacher's chair. Makayla told the teacher that a bug was in her hair. My mom makes disgusting spaghetti with horseradish sauce and sardines. She tops it with pickles and mustard, bananas and barbecued beans. Alyssa brought an apple with a purple gummy worm and gave it to the teacher just to see if she would squirm. 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. Elijah left a piece of plastic dog doo on the floor, and Vincent put some plastic vomit in the teacher's drawer. 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. Amanda put a goldfish in the teacher's drinking glass. These April Fool's Day pranks are ones that you could use in class. 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. 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 and Donna Lee Murphy --Kenn Nesbitt 8) My Mom's Spaghetti 7) 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 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 9) Ants and Spiders 10) Sheep Dog by Cheryl Sandberg by Meg Wiseman Behind the bush upon the mound ants are moving with no sound. Leaves are passed along the chain, ants as one, a single brain. 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. 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. 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. 11) The Great Summer Blue 12 ) A Frog in his Tea by Meg Wiseman by Rex Miller 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 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 clouds have disappeared, all is clear above and beyond the great blue grows. 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. 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 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." KLASY VI: 1) Nobody Knows Where Our Bus Driver Goes 2) A Funny Dog Poem 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? My doggy likes to disco dance. He boogies every night. He dances in his doghouse till the early morning light. 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 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 --Kenn Nesbitt 3) I'm building a rocket. 4) All My Great Excuses I'm building a rocket. As soon as I'm done I'm taking my friends on a trip to the sun. I started on my homework but my pen ran out of ink. My hamster ate my homework. My computer's on the blink. 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. 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 5) I Don't Know What to Do Today 6) Great Explorers at School 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. by Rex Miller 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 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
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