Here is my favorite poem:

Dear Santa, here's my Christmas list.

I hope you'll bring it all.

I've only asked for gifts my parents

can't find at the mall.



I'd like to have a UFO,

with aliens inside,

and maybe a Tyrannosaurus Rex

that I could ride.



A ninety-nine foot robot

is a present I could use.

I'll also need a time machine,

and rocket-powered shoes.



Please bring a gentle genie

who will grant my every wish,

and don't forget a wizard's wand,

and, yes, a talking fish.



Of course, I'll need a unicorn,

and won't you please provide

a dragon, and a castle

in the English countryside.



Of course, the weight of all these things

might cause your sleigh to crash.

If that's the case, dear Santa,

please feel free to just bring cash.

--Kenn Nesbitt

My puppy punched me in the eye. My rabbit whacked my ear. My ferret gave a frightful cry and roundhouse kicked my rear. 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. --Kenn Nesbitt I like this poem because its funny and has cool animals like puppys , lizard , and even a ferret =http:// :)

My favorite poem is...

yip yip woof!

By: Dave Crawley

Tiny Chihuahua.

Humongous Great Dane.

The difference between them

Is really quite plain.

Feisty Chihuahua

Will yap yap and yip.

If he doesn’t like you.

You may get a nip!

Gentle Great  Dane

Has a powerful bite

But never would nip you.

She’s much too polite.

Great Dane finds the carpet

A fine place to nap.

Chihuahua loves curling

Right up in your lap.

Their owners would have

Some cause for dismay

if each dog behaved

in the opposite way.

I really like this poem because I really like dogs! I also really like Dave Crawley as a poet. I think he's a great rhymer.

Star Light, Star Bright

By:Bruce Lansky

Book: "My Dog Ate My Homework"

Star light, star bright

first star I see tonight,

I'm going to try with all my might,

to keep my jammies dry all night.

I like this poem because it is funny.  At first, I thought this was going to be a serious poem but it was actually really funny. I think the picture looks cute, too.

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I Bought a Pet Banana



I bought a pet banana

and I tried to teach him tricks,

but he wasn't any good at

catching balls or fetching sticks.



He could never catch a Frisbee,

and he wouldn't sit or speak,

though we practiced every afternoon

and evening for a week.



He refused to shake or wave or crawl

or beg or take a bow,

and I tried, but couldn't make him bark

or get him to meow.



He was terrible at playing dead.

He couldn't jump a rope.

When he wouldn't do a single trick

I simply gave up hope.



Though I liked my pet banana,

I returned him with regret.

Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon

makes a better pet.
--Kenn Nesbitt
ht a Pet Banana

 I like this poem because it is funny. I have always wanted a banana as a pet (not really).

My cousin has one because she is only 3 and I tricked her into getting one.

I would not could not in the rain

not on a train

not in a house

not with a mouse

not on a boat

not with a goat

not in a box

not with a fox

not in the rain

not on a train

I would not could not here or there

I would not could not ANYWHERE!

I do not like Green Eggs And Ham

I do not like them Sam I Am!

I like ryming poems and I think that is one of the coolest poems!

My Favorite Poem:

Mr. Spats

Had twenty-one hats,

And none of them were the same.

And Mr. Smeds

Had twenty-one heads

And only one hat to his name.

Now, when Mr. Smeds

Met Mr. Spats,

They talked of the

Buying and selling of hats.

And Mr. Spats

Bought Mr. Smeds’ hat!

Did you ever hear anything

Crazier than that?

– Shel Silverstein

This is my favorite poem because its crazy and funny. I also like the rhyme and the exageration with the people how they have 21 hats or 21 heads.

My FIsh was Small         

My fIsh was small,

my fIsh was gold,

but now my fIsh Is stIll and cold.

My fIsh no more

wIll splash and splIsh.

My fIsh Is gone

            I flush my fIsh

-Jack Prelutsky

   I lIke this poem because that Is what happened to my brothers fIsh. But I really kIlled them because I though tthey had rashes so I put baby powder In theIr tank and It kIlled them all. I felt really bad. But I stIll LOVE thIs poem!!!!

Here is my favorite poem:

"My Beard"

By Shel Silverstein

My beard grows down to my toes,

I never wears no clothes,

I wraps my hair

Around my bare,

And down the road I goes.

I like this poem because it is funny.

The Acrobats

By: Shel Silverstein

I'll swing

By my ankels,

She'll cling

To your knees

As you hang

By your nose

From a high-up

Trapeze.

But just one thing, please,

As we float through the breeze

Don't sneeze.

I like this poem becauseI like to watch acrobats. I also like how they hold on to each other and the bars. It would be really funny to watch them.

Flint
By:Christina Rossetti
An emerald is as green as grass, A ruby red as blood; A sapphire shines as blue as heaven; A flint lies in the mud. A diamond is a brillant stone, To catch the world's desire; An opal holds a fiery spark; But a flint holds fire.

     This poem inspires me, I feel some kind of connection to it. This poem, to me, is like a door leading to insparation.

Jack Prelutskey

I enjoy this book because I like poems by Jack Prelutsky. Another reason I like it is because it really describes who the boy is and what he does. I reccomend this book to kids who like Jack Prelutsky poems! I also like this poem because it has Alliteration and thats fun because the beginning of the line repeats!

There’s a new kid on the block,

boy, that kid is tough,

That new kid punches hard,

That new kid plays real rough,

That new kid’s big and strong,

With muscles everywhere,

That new kid tweaked my arm,

That new kid pulled my hair.

That new kid likes to fight,

And picks on all the guys,

That new kid scares me some,

(That new kid’s twice my size),

That new kid stomped my toes,

That new kid swiped my ball,

That new kid’s really bad,

I don’t care for her at all.

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 Nesbitt

  I like this poem because I like how it rymes. Also I like this poem because at the end the teacher likes the music so she decides to let her have it back but she has to bring it every day to school and still the teacher takes it so that she can listen to the music.

SARAH CYNTHIA SYLVIA STOUT

WOULD NOT TAKE THE GARBAGE OUT

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Would not take the garbage out!

She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,

Candy the yams and spice the hams,

And though her daddy would scream and shout,

She simply would not take the garbage out.

And so it piled up to the ceilings:

Coffee grounds, potato peelings,

Brown bananas, rotten peas,

Chunks of sour cottage cheese.

It filled the can, it covered the floor,

It cracked the window and blocked the door

With bacon rinds and chicken bones,

Drippy ends of ice cream cones,

Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,

Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,

Pizza crusts and withered greens,

Soggy beans and tangerines,

Crusts of black burned buttered toast,

Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .

The garbage rolled on down the hall,

It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .

Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,

Globs of gooey bubble gum,

Cellophane from green baloney,

Rubbery blubbery macaroni,

Peanut butter, caked and dry,

Curdled milk and crusts of pie,

Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,

Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,

Cold french fried and rancid meat,

Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.

At last the garbage reached so high

That it finally touched the sky.

And all the neighbors moved away,

And none of her friends would come to play.

And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,

"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"

But then, of course, it was too late. . .

The garbage reached across the state,

From New York to the Golden Gate.

And there, in the garbage she did hate,

Poor Sarah met an awful fate,

That I cannot now relate

Because the hour is much too late.

But children, remember Sarah Stout

And always take the garbage out!

Shel Silverstein, 1974

I enjoy this poem because it has some alliteration in it. And because it has wacky words in it witch make it so interesting.

This is my favorite poem from Robert Wienstock

MOM

I ate your father. Yes,it's true.Thats what we praying mantids do. His last words were"Adieu, If only I could eat you ,too."

I like that poem because it makes me laugh. It is just a nonsense poem.

 One of my favorite poems is called '' I Eat Kids Yum Yum!'' by Jack Prelutsky.

A child went out one day.

She only went to play.

A mighty monster came along 

and sang:

'' I EAT KIDS YUM YUM!

I STUFF THEM DOWN MY TUM.

I ONLY LEAVE THE TEETH AND CLOTHES. ( I SPECIALLY LIKE TOES.)''

The child was not amused.

She stood there and refused.

Then with a skip and twirl she

sang the song of the hungry girl:

''I EAT MONSTERS BURP!

THEY MAKE ME SQUEAL AND SLURP.

IT'S TIME TO CHOMP AND TAKE A CHEW AND WHAT 

I'LL CHEW IS YOU!''

The monster ran like that!

It didn't stop to chat.

( The child went skipping home 

again and ate her brothers

model train)

I like this poem because I thouht it was funny that the girl wasn't scared of the monster but the monster was scared of her!  I also like the songs that the monster and the girl sang to each other about eating one another!

My favorite poem is Flu by Terry Cooper

I'm wheezing

I'm sneezing

I'm coughing so loud

I'm Sputtering

I'm Muttering

My heads in a cloud

They say it's a fever,

They say it's the flu.

They say it's Mysterious.

I say, "Ah...ah...CHOO!"

I like this poem because it is verry fuuny and it has alot of End Rhyme in it! :)

My Favorite Poem: Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens Last night I dreamed of chickens, there were chickens everywhere, they were standing on my stomach, they were nesting in my hair, they were pecking at my pillow, they were hopping on my head, they were ruffling up their feathers as they raced about my bed. They were on the chairs and tables, they were on the chandeliers, they were roosting in the corners, they were clucking in my ears, there were chickens, chickens, chickens for as far as I could see... when I woke today, I noticed there were eggs on top of me.  My Response:         I think it would be a little strange to have a dream about chickens.  I've always wondered if I have the strangest dreams.  Now I know the strangest poem about chickens and dreams.  I like this poem because I think it is funny and it would be strange to have a dream about chickens.  It would be scary to wake up with chickens as far as I could see.

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house All that cold, cold, wet day. 

The I like this poem because it is really funny to me. The I want to share is how it is really funny. If you read it you will find out how funny it is. Go to the link below  to see the trailer.

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Ickle Me, Pickle Me,Tickle Me Too

By:Shel Silverstein

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too

Went for a ride in a flying shoe.

"Hooray!"

"What fun!"

"It's time we flew!"

Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.



Ickle was captain, and Pickle was crew

And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew

As higher

And higher

And higher they flew,

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.



Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,

Over the sun and beyond the blue.

"Hold on!"

"Stay in!"

"I hope we do!"

Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.



Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle too

Never returned to the world they knew,

And nobody

Knows what's

Happened to

Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. ! 

This peom is my favorite because of the name is weird and it dose not really make sence. I also like pickle and it is in the titles and it is silly.    

My Sisters always on the phone

 By:Bruce Lansky

My sister's always on the phone i never see her study.

She doesn't do her homework that why her grades are bad.

My Sisters always on the Phone but I don't think it's cool.

My sister is so popular she's flunking out of school.

I like this poem because it's funny and it has Repetion in it. Another reason is because it could happen in real life and I like those kind of poems! I would give this poem two thumbs up!

This is one of my favorite poems by: Shel Silverstein. It's called-

     Poet's Tree-By:Shel Silverstein

Underneath the Poet Tree

Come and rest awhile with me,

And watch the way the word-web weaves

Between the shady story leaves.

The branches of the Poet Tree

Reach from the mountains to the sea.

So come and dream, or come and climb--

Just don't get hit by falling rhymes.

             -Shel Silverstein

I enjoy this poem because I love rhyme, and when I read it, I feel like I'm in the picture....

How Not to Have the Dry Dishes-

If you have to dry the dishes

(Such an awful boring chore)

If you have to dry the dishes

('Stead of going to the store)

If you have to dry the dishes

(And maybe drop it on the floor)--

Maybe they won't let you

dry the dishes anymore.

By: Shel Silverstein

This poem made me feel very funny, because I could do what Shel Silverstein said, because I hate drying the dishes (Sometimes). :)

Pic:

Boa Constrictor

by:Shel Silverstein

Oh, I'm being eaten

By a boa constrictor,

A boa constrictor,

A boa constrictor,

I'm being eaten by a boa consrtrictor,

And I dont like it--one bit.



Well, what do you know?

Its nibblin' my toe.



Oh, gee,

It's up to my knee.



Oh my,

It's up to my thigh.



Oh fiddle,

It's up to my middle.



Oh, heck,

It's up to my neck.



Oh, dread,

It's upmmmmmmmmmmfffffffff...



 

I like this poeam because I think snakes are cool and it is very silly.

Would you like to hear of the terrible night when I bravely fought the-no? All right.

This poem is by Shel Silverstein, one of my favorite poets! It has his very funny style, and it is my favorite poem! I like this poem because it's so funny! I also like how it ends abruptly!

My favorite poem is called "True Story" and this is how goes,

This morning i jumped on my horse

And went out for a ride,

And some wild outlaws chased me

And they shot me in the side.

So i crawled into a wildcats's cave

To find a place to hide,

But some pirates found me sleeping there,

And soon they had me tied

To a pole and built a fire

Under me-I almost cried

Till a mermaid came and cut me loose

And begged to be my bride,

So i said i'll come back Wendnesday

But i must admit i lied.

Then i ran into a jungle swamp

But i forgot my guide

And i stepped into some quicksand,

And no matted how hard i tried

I couldent get out, until i met

A water snake named Clyed,

Who pulled me to some cannibals

Who planned to have me fried.

But an eagle swooped me up

And throu the air we flied,

But he dropped me in a boiling lake

A thousand miles wide.

And you'll never guess what i did then-

I DIED

-By Shel Silverstein

One reson why i like this poem is because it has alot of really random things that he does in it and the at the end , he just all of a sudden dies.Another reson is because its

really funny and it is very creative. i also thought about if hes ded, then how is he telling this story. Comment on this blog if you think you know the answer!

Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss

-------------------------

Very well, then, Mr. Knox, sir.



Let's have a little talk about tweetle beetles....



What do you know about tweetle beetles?  Well...



When tweetle beetles fight, 

it's called a tweetle beetle battle.



And when they battle in a puddle, 

it's a tweetle beetle puddle battle.



AND when tweetle beetles battle with paddles in a puddle, 

they call it a tweetle beetle puddle paddle battle.



AND...



When beetles battle beetles in a puddle paddle battle 

and the beetle battle puddle is a puddle in a bottle...

...they call this a tweetle beetle bottle puddle paddle battle muddle.



AND...



When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles 

and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles...

...they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle 

bottle paddle battle.



AND...



Now wait a minute, Mr. Socks Fox!



When a fox is in the bottle where the tweetle beetles battle 

with their paddles in a puddle on a noodle-eating poodle, 

THIS is what they call...



...a tweetle beetle noodle poodle bottled paddled 

muddled duddled fuddled wuddled fox in socks, sir!



Fox in socks, our game is done, sir.

Thank you for a lot of fun, sir.

THE MEEHOO WITH AN EXACTLYWATT: By Shel Silverstein

Knock knck!

        Who's there?

Me!

        Me who?

That's right!

        What's right?

Meehoo!

        That's what I to know!

What's what you want to know?

        Me, WHO?

Yes, exactly!

        Exactly what?

Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain!

        Exactly what on a chain?

Yes!

        Yes what?

No, Exactlywatt!

        That's what I want to know!

I told you - Exactlywatt!

        Exactly WHAT?

Yes!

        Yes what?

Yes, it's with me!

        What's with you?

Exactlywatt - that's what's with me.

        Me who?

Yes!

        GO AWAY!

Knock knock...

This is my favorite poem because I love poems by Shel Silverstein.  This poem is also very funny sounding to me, how a kid and a meehoo get mixed up with each other because they spell things differently

The Crocodile

Went to the dentist

And sat down in the chair,

And the dentist said, "Now tell me, sir,

Why does it hurt and where?"

And the Crocodile said, "I'll tell you the truth,

I have a terrible ache in my tooth,"

And he opened his jaws so wide, so wide,

The the dentist, he climbed right inside,

And the dentist laughed, "Oh isn't this fun?"

As he pulled the teeth out, one by one.

And the Crocodile cried, "You're hurting me so!

Please put down your pliers and let me go."

But the dentist laughed with a Ho Ho Ho,

And he said, "I still have twelve to go-

Oops, that's the wrong one, I confess,

But what's one crocodile's tooth more or less?"

Then suddenly, the jaws went SNAP,

And the dentist was gone, right off the map,

And where he went one could only guess...

To North or South or East or West...

He left no forwarding address.

But what's one dentist, more or less?




-Shel Silverstein

I like this poem because the dentist pulls out all the teeth BUT the right one. Th e crocodile gets so frusterated t hat he just closes his jaw! SNAP!

        My Grandma's Like A Thermos

A thermos knows when to keep things hot

and when to keep things cold.

Even before you ask it,

it does what it is told.

It's kind of like a Grandma,

who knows exactly what to say,

even before I tell her I'm happy,

or that I'm having a mushy sort of day.

By James Proimos

I enjoy this poem because It's sweet and I can relate to it because my grandma is alway's trying to make me happy. It's a grat poem and I hope you decide to read it mor and more!

I like this poem because it has rhym.I also like it because it is funny.

If You Ask A Stupid Question By.Paul Curtis

Joshua was caught talking to a friend during assembly

“What do you call a person” asked the headmaster

“Who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?” 

Joshua thought and to great applause he said “A teacher.”

 I like this poem because it is funny. I also like how Joshua made that  joke about the question the headmaster asked, that was very brave of him, I don't think I would do that to a headmaster. I bet he got in big trouble after that.                                                

These are my 3 favorite poem.

    All My Great Excuses

I started on my homework

but my pen ran out of ink.

My hamster ate my homework.

My computer's on the blink.



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

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.



Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.



Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends.

By Shel Silverstein

My Puppy Punched Me In The Eye

My puppy punched me in the eye.

My rabbit whacked my ear.

My ferret gave a frightful cry

and roundhouse kicked my rear.



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.

--Kenn Nesbitt

I really enjoy these poems for a few reasons. First of all I like ''All My Great Excuses'' because it is so funny and entertaining. I like ''Where the Sidewalk Ends'' because it is so realistic and it has a lot of rhyming. Last but not least I love '' My Puppy Punched Me in the Eye'' because it is so hilarious and since when did pets use kung fu moves on people.

P.S. I would recomend you read poems by Kenn Nesbitt ans Shel Silverstein because they are great poets.

The Planet of Mars



    Shel Silverstein



                             On the planet of Mars

                  They have clothes just like ours,

   And they have the same shoes and the same laces,

   And they have the same charms and same graces,

   And they have the same heads and same faces...

                                    But not in the

                                         Very same

                                            Places.

 I like this poem because it is funny and makes me laugh.

POET TO HIS LOVE

by: Maxwell Bodenheim (1892-1954)

N old silver church in a forest

Is my love for you.

The trees around it

Are words that I have stolen from your heart.

An old silver bell, the last smile you gave,

Hangs at the top of my church.

It rings only when you come through the forest

And stand beside it.

And then, it has no need for ringing,

For your voice takes its place.

I like this poem because i think it is a good poem. It has emotional meaning.

The Toucan

Tell me who can

Catch a toucan?

Lou can.



Just how few can

Ride the toucan?

Two can.



What kind of goo can

Stick you to the toucan?

Glue can.



Who can write some

More about the toucan?

You can!

I like this poem because it has End Rhyme and its is funny.

I like this poem because it is funny and impossible.

After School

Lie beneath a spreading tree

With golden flowers in the sun.

Count to five on all the petals,

Never think of five plus one.

Watch the building-crammed horizon,

Sky no longer meeting ground.

Watch the golden flowers wither

Watch the golden dreams fall down.

 

I like this poem because im in after school.

A BIRTHDAY

by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Y heart is like a singing bird

Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;

My heart is like an apple-tree

Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;

My heart is like a rainbow shell

That paddles in a halcyon sea;

My heart is gladder than all these,

Because my love is come to me.

 

Raise me a daïs of silk and down;

Hang it with vair and purple dyes;

Carve it in doves and pomegranates,

And peacocks with a hundred eyes;

Work it in gold and silver grapes,

In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;

Because the birthday of my life

Is come, my love is come to me.

 

I like this poem because I like poems by: Christina Rossetti. I think she is good at writing poems.

TO A DEAD SOLDIER

by: Kendall Harrison

HOUGH all the primrose paths of morning called

Your feet to follow them, and all the winds

Of all the hills of earth, with plucking hands

Wooed you to slopes that shone like emerald,

You might not go. The thin green grass that binds

Your feet had Earth and Death to forge its bands.

 

The rain's wet kiss is on your lips, where lay

Once the live pulses of a woman's soul;

Your eyes give back unto the quiet sky

Only the sheen of stars, the glare of day,

Or darkness when the kindly shadows roll

Up from the sea to hide you where you lie.

 

No woman's whisper holds your strong heart spent

And breathless. All the silver horns that blew

While legions cheered, are still. These things are done,

But these you have: a death for monument,

And peace you died to buy, and after you

The laughing play of children in the sun.

I dont like this poem because it is sad but it intreast me.

WAR

by: James Russell Lowell (1819-1891)

Z fer war, I call it murder,--

There you hev it plain an' flat;

I don't want to go no furder

Than my Testyment fer that....

They may talk o' Freedom's airy

Tell they'er pupple in the face,--

It's a grand gret cemetary

Fer the barthrights of our race;

They jest want this Californy

So's to lug new slave-states in

To abuse ye, an' scorn ye,

An' to plunder ye like sin.

This poem has messed up weirds but makes me wonder.

A diamond or a coal?

  A diamond, if you please:

Who cares about a clumsy coal

  Beneath the summer trees?

A diamond or a coal?

  A coal, sir, if you please:

One comes to care about the coal

  What time the waters freeze.

Who has seen the wind?

  Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling

  The wind is passing thro'.

Who has seen the wind?

  Neither you nor I:

But when the trees bow down their heads

  The wind is passing by.

"Ferry me across the water,

  Do, boatman, do."

"If you've a penny in your purse

  I'll ferry you."

"I have a penny in my purse,

  And my eyes are blue;

So ferry me across the water,

  Do, boatman, do."

"Step into my ferry-boat,

  Be they black or blue,

And for the penny in your purse

  I'll ferry you."

Roses blushing red and white,

  For delight;

Honeysuckle wreaths above,

  For love;

Dim sweet-scented heliotrope,

  For hope;

Shining lilies tall and straight,

  For royal state;

Dusky pansies, let them be

  For memory;

With violets of fragrant breath,

  For death.

Three little children

  On the wide wide earth,

Motherless children--

  Cared for from their birth

    By tender angels.

Three little children

  On the wide wide sea,

Motherless children--

  Safe as safe can be

    With guardian angels.

  Flint

by:Christina RossetiFlint

An emerald is as green as grass,

A ruby red as blood;

A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;

A flint lies in the mud.



A diamond is a brilliant stone,

To catch the world's desire;

An opal holds a fiery spark;

But a flint holds fire.

I like this poem because it inspires me to think that maybe that the prettiest person is not the usefulest person.

Messy Room

By: Shel Silverstein

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!

His underwear is hanging on the lamp.

His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,

And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.

His workbook is wedged in the window,

His sweater's been thrown on the floor.

His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,

And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.

His books are all jammed in the closet,

His vest has been left in the hall.

A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,

And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!

Donald or Robert or Willie or--

Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,

I knew it looked familiar!

I chose this poem because it makes me laugh. And sometimes I have the exact same room and I’LL pretend it’s not mine when my mom and dad see it. Messy Room is a really good poem, especially for people like me that don’t keep their rooms clean. 

EE the Spring herself discloses,

I like this poem because it makes me happy.

It also makes me think of what i could do outside when spring comes!

They're to be seen across the north,

From frozen ground they will sprout forth,

Of nature we see a rebirth,

Seeds of life hid within the earth,

At last winter is to depart,

For the spring months are soon to start,

Flowers of the most pure white,

They are always a pleasing sight,

Undeterred should there still be frost,

Flowers will open at all cost,

The snowdrop's beauty shines most,

In a month that's a bitter host,

In woods darted about the place,

Bringing smiles to many a face,

For our countryside they do bless,

They bring about scenes that impress.

Ilike this poem very much because it reminds me of winter when we are not in school. I also enjoy this poem because when i read the part about frost it reminded me of Jack Frost and how in movies he's never nice but the frost in this poem is the complete opposite!

By: Robert Frost

Fire And Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

I picked this poem becouse it describes what Robert Frost feelings are. I think the world will end i fire becouse of global waming.

By: Shel Sliverstein

This pome makes me feel silly because he is selling his sister. I wish I could do this to Ali. Shel Sliverstein is my for poet, is he yours?

I like this poem cuz its real funny. It also has happieness. I also love the auther his poems rock. By:Shel Silverstein

The Cat in the HaT  By Dr Suess
"We looked! Then we saw him step in on the mat! We looked! And we saw him! The Cat in the Hat!" “I know it is wet And the sun is not sunny. But we can have Lots of good fun that is funny!”	“Look at me! Look at me! Look at me NOW! It is fun to have fun But you have to know how.” “'Have no fear, little fish,' Said the Cat in the Hat. 'These Things are good Things.' And he gave them a pat."	"Then our mother came in And she said to us two, 'Did you have any fun? Tell me. What did you do?" And Sally and I did not know what to say. Should we tell her The things that went on there that day?"	"Well...what would YOU do If your mother asked

Like this poem because it is really funny.Every day it is rainny i read this book and I come up with a gam to play

My One-Ton Pooch

I have a 2,000-pound pooch,

which is pretty super dooper.

The only part that i don't like

involves his giant pooper scooper

The thing I like most about this poem is that it is sort of funny. The other reason I like this poem is because it is talking about a dog.

By: James Proimes

My favorite poem is Whatif by Shel Silverstein.

Last night, while I lay thinking here,

some Whatifs crawled inside my ear

and pranced and partied all night long

and sang their same old Whatif song:

Whatif I'm dumb in school?

Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?

Whatif I get beat up?

Whatif there's poison in my cup?

Whatif I start to cry?

Whatif I get sick and die?

Whatif I flunk that test?

Whatif green hair grows on my chest?

Whatif nobody likes me?

Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?

Whatif I don't grow talle?

Whatif my head starts getting smaller?

Whatif the fish won't bite?

Whatif the wind tears up my kite?

Whatif they start a war?

Whatif my parents get divorced?

Whatif the bus is late?

Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?

Whatif I tear my pants?

Whatif I never learn to dance?

Everything seems well, and then

the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

This is my favorite oem because it is very funny. It also makes me feel bad for this person because they are worrying about alot of different things. I like alot of poems by Shel Silverstein.

My favorite poem :)

Missing, longing, waiting, yearning

Waves of passion gushing, churning

Minutes, hours, daylight burning

Unforeseen emotions stirring

Moments fleeting, memories flashing

pain increasing, never ceasing

Skin a'tingling, fear of failing

Heart with anguish now is ailing



Lacking closeness, pillow cluthing

Soul on fire, dawn approaching

Tomorrow's coming, relief encroaching!!!

One of the reasons that I like my poem is because I just like it :)

Another reason I like my poem is because its my kind of poem

I also like my poem because it has feelings in it and i like poems that tell what you are feeling

:D

My Favorite Poem is...

Forgiving Friends

by Hunniebe

You are my best friend You always will be Yet sometimes I get mad at you And you get mad at me Sometimes I don't understand Sometimes I don't know what to do But remember always That I will forgive you

 I like this poem because it is about friends.I know friends always forgive you and that I will forgive them. So to me this poem is really true and good.

Things to do if you are a pencil 

By: Elaine Magliaro

Be Sharp.

Wear a slick yellow suit

and a pink top hat.

Tap your toes on the tabletop,

listen for the right rhythm,

then dance a poem

across the page.

I like this poem because 1) its using funny personification. 2) I love the ideas and details he gives us.

I am Sam



I am Sam

Sam I am



That Sam-I-am

That Sam-I-am!

I do not like

that Sam-I-am



Do you like

green eggs and ham



I do not like them,

Sam-I-am.

I do not like

green eggs and ham.



Would you like them

Here or there?



I would not like them

here or there.

I would not like them

anywhere.

I do not like

green eggs and ham.

I do not like them,

Sam-I-am



Would you like them

in a house?

Would you like them

with a mouse?



I do not like them

in a house.

I do not like them

with a mouse.

I do not like them

here or there.

I do not like them

anywhere.

I do not like green eggs and ham.

I do not like them, Sam-I-am.





Would you eat them

in a box?

Would you eat them

with a fox?



Not in a box.

Not with a fox.

Not in a house.

Not with a mouse.

I would not eat them here or there.

I would not eat them anywhere.

I would not eat green eggs and ham.

I do not like them, Sam-I-am.



Would you? Could you?

in a car?

Eat them! Eat them!

Here they are.



I would not ,

could not,

in a car



You may like them.

You will see.

You may like them

in a tree?

d not in a tree.

I would not, could not in a tree.

Not in a car! You let me be.



I do not like them in a box.

I do not like them with a fox

I do not like them in a house

I do mot like them with a mouse

I do not like them here or there.

I do not like them anywhere.

I do not like green eggs and ham.

I do not like them, Sam-I-am.



A train! A train!

A train! A train!

Could you, would you

on a train?



Not on a train! Not in a tree!

Not in a car! Sam! Let me be!

I would not, could not, in a box.

I could not, would not, with a fox.

I will not eat them with a mouse

I will not eat them in a house.

I will not eat them here or there.

I will not eat them anywhere.

I do not like them, Sam-I-am.





Say!

In the dark?

Here in the dark!

Would you, could you, in the dark?



I would not, could not,

in the dark.



Would you, could you,

in the rain?



I would not, could not, in the rain.

Not in the dark. Not on a train,

Not in a car, Not in a tree.

I do not like them, Sam, you see.

Not in a house. Not in a box.

Not with a mouse. Not with a fox.

I will not eat them here or there.

I do not like them anywhere!



You do not like

green eggs and ham?



I do not

like them,

Sam-I-am.



Could you, would you,

with a goat?



I would not,

could not.

with a goat!



Would you, could you,

on a boat?



I could not, would not, on a boat.

I will not, will not, with a goat.

I will not eat them in the rain.

I will not eat them on a train.

Not in the dark! Not in a tree!

Not in a car! You let me be!

I do not like them in a box.

I do not like them with a fox.

I will not eat them in a house.

I do not like them with a mouse.

I do not like them here or there.

I do not like them ANYWHERE!



I do not like

green eggs

and ham!



I do not like them,

Sam-I-am.



You do not like them.

SO you say.

Try them! Try them!

And you may.

Try them and you may I say.



Sam!

If you will let me be,

I will try them.

You will see.



Say!

I like green eggs and ham!

I do!! I like them, Sam-I-am!

And I would eat them in a boat!

And I would eat them with a goat...

And I will eat them in the rain.

And in the dark. And on a train.

And in a car. And in a tree.

They are so good so good you see!



So I will eat them in a box.

And I will eat them with a fox.

And I will eat them in a house.

And I will eat them with a mouse.

And I will eat them here and there.

Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!



I do so like

green eggs and ham!

Thank you!

Thank you,

Sam-I-am





 I enjoy this book because it has a lot of rymes. I have been reading this book since I little and I love it. Do any of you enjoy this book to?

 

Where the Sidewalk Ends

from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)



There is a place where the sidewalk ends

and before the street begins,

and there the grass grows soft and white,

and there the sun burns crimson bright,

and there the moon-bird rests from his flight

to cool in the peppermint wind.



Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

and the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow

and watch where the chalk-white arrows go

to the place where the sidewalk ends.



Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,

the place where the sidewalk ends.

Recipe for a Hippopotamus Sandwich

A hippo sandwich is easy to make. All you do is simply take One slice of bread, One slice of cake, Some mayonnaise, One onion ring, One hippopotamus, One piece of string, A dash of pepper-- That ought to do it. And now comes the problem... Biting into it!

Peanut-Butter Sandwich

Where The Sidewalk Ends

I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king

Who played with the world at the end of a string,

But he only loved one single thing—

And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.

His scepter and his royal gowns,

His regal throne and golden crowns

Were brown and sticky from the mounds

And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.

Tryin' On Clothes

I tried on the farmer's hat,                                                  

Didn't fit...

A little too small -- just a bit

Too floppy.

Couldn't get used to it,

Took it off.

I tried on the dancer's shoes,                                       

A little too loose.

Not the kind you could use

for walkin'.

Didn't feel right in 'em,

Kicked 'em off.

I tried on the summer sun,

Felt good.

Nice and warm -- knew it would.

Tried the grass beneath bare feet,

Felt neat.

Finally, finally felt well dressed,

Nature's clothes fit me best.