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