Childrens' Poetry

Gimme Gabby

"Gimme your gum and gimme your gloss,"

said little Gimme Gaby

And we'd give her our gum and give her out gloss

'cause she just thought she was the boss

"You should gimme your brand new hat

and that necklace you got from your mom"

"You should gimme the pretty princess crown your sister wore at the prom"

"Gimme your cute green gloves"

"Gimme your earmuffs too,"

and gimme your soft scarf, I love that color blue"

I gave Gimme Gabby my new jacket

and my new purse my mom just bought me at the mall

and no matter what I gave Gimme Gabby

she never had it all

Little jeweled bracelets

shining pinks and blue

flip-flops, plastic crocs, boots and every shoe

She kept these things inside her closet

and stuffed under her bed

We never got back a single token

no matter what we said

Gimme Gaby had so much stuff

that it piled up to the door

it piled up to her window

you couldn't even see her bedroom floor

We don't play with Gimme Gabby anymore

because we have nothing left for her to take

being friends with Gimme Gabby

was surely a mistake

We do see Gimme Gabby

every now and then

She lost the one thing I wanted to give her

The chance to be my friend

"Out of Order"
- Poetry Machine

I started the poetry machine
and what a scene
She kicked up quick with a start

The pen it flew,
the brain it knew,
and the words were warming in its heart

But then I heard a "hiss," a "pop,"
the first heard of its kind
"She's usually tuned so fine," I shrugged,
"however will I rhyme?"

She seized up on me,
just quite right upon the spot
a cloud of hope up in smoke,
and one concluding "plop."

A part that had been safely secured,
had spun off of the side
My shoulders sunk below my heart,
the big machine had died

The rhythm and pattern
rolled off the end of my desk
spilled onto my shoe, the floor, a goo,
"Look at all this mess!"

I spent some time breathing
in the devastation at the scene
"Alone without my poems" I thought
"Whatever would this mean?"

Anyways, the wreckage site was all messed up,
my words were scattered throughout the place
a broken cup, a bruise, a cut,
I had ink smears halfway across my face

"Oh pitiful world," I spat!
"Oh sorrowful me," I cried.
Whatever does this mean?" I plead.
"Without my poems I'll die."

"Shall I never poem
ever again?
Is this the great and terrible end?"

And then, just then
the answer sprang to me
"Oh it's not broken, I just need a new pen."

OMG COOKIES!

OMG,

I love these cookies

with the sprinkles sparkling on the top

if there weren't a limit

I don't think I'd ever stop

I'd pack'em up and eat'em all

until they bake some more

I'd eat'em off the cookie sheet

I'd eat'em off the floor

I'd eat'em whole

I'd eat'em slow

I'd eat'em quick

...

Ugh, I think I made myself sick

Do you know where my hat is...

Dang, I lost my hat

has anyone seen my hat

it has a white logo on the front

and a black one on the back

I gotta find it

I just need to know where it's at

You don't understand

I don't go anywhere without my hat

Maybe I left it in the car

or maybe it's at school

It couldn't have gotten too far

I don't know what I'm gunna do

Well, that's my luck

I guess I'll wear this one instead

Oh, there's my hat

I must have left it on my head

Toymonster

There’s a monster

There’s a monster

Who eats stuff in the night

Plastic toys of little boys

The scene is out of sight

I don't know where it came from

But I swear to you it’s true

He eats only toys

Only toys

What ever shall we do

Dinosaurs and toys from stores, and all toys on the floor

He’ll eat’em all

eat’em all

and then come back for more

He’ll eat your army guys of every size

Your race cars and your truck

Your bathtub toys and your trunks

And even your rubber ducks

He’ll eat it all from off the floor

From off the floor he’ll eat’em

Beware my boys

For the toys

For the toys you know you need’em

Your car collection and kung-fu fighters

He’ll eat’em for a snack

Pack’em up

Pack’em up

Or else he’s coming back

And then of course for his main course

He’ll eat your video game

He’ll eat’em all

He’ll eat’em all

It’ll never be the same

And for dessert

Yes, for dessert he’ll get your where it hurts

He’ll eat your bat he’ll eat your ball

He’ll eat your shoes, he’ll eat your shirts

He’ll destroy every single toy that is left out on the floor

And wait,

Oh yes,

he’ll wait for the chance to come back for more

So all boys

We meet tonight to do what’s right

And I’m sure for some it’s tough

We must clean our rooms

Clean our rooms

Before it eats our stuff

Such a looong ride

We've been in this van forever

whenever will it quit

my throat is dry

and I'm not sure why

but

I think I'm feeling sick

I've seen all our movies

back to back to back to back

I drank every juice box

in the sack

and snacked on every snack

I desperately need a pit stop

we've been driving

for almost a week

I fear my end is near

I've become part of the seat

Oh boy, I found my toy

some paper and a bunch of colored pens

I used'em all

one by one

and lost them all again

I've played for days

and drew a picture

I found where we live on a map

sang a song

forever long

and I've taken like 50 naps

We have to stop

We have to stop

Please, why don't you see

Something bad will happen surely

If we don't stop somewhere to pee

Ooops, it's not my fault

I warned you once or twice

We should've stopped

We should've stopped

and taken my advice

Well, I've warmed up now

and it's time again for another nap

If you need me

you know where I'll be

I'm back here in the back.

I found one by the front porch

I have every frog that a boy could ever need
As I've been collecting them
Since I was a small boy of three

I have frogs with long legs
That like riding bikes
And frogs with little backpacks
That like taking hikes

I have spotted little yellow ones
From the African trees
They kroke and sing
With the breeze from the seas

I have two bullfrogs
dressed as grand royal kings
With all sorts of silver
and little golden rings

I have tennis playing froggies
With safely padded knees
And confused looking frogs
That squeak when they’re squeezed

I have scary horned frogs
That come with a gun
When you walk past them
They grumble, Your day is done

I even have one
Dressed as a clown
That I won playing a game
When the carnival was in town

But of all these toys
There’s just one more that I wish I could have
But I just have to ask
My mom and my dad

I dream about it
and how great I would feel
If only I had a frog,
a frog that were real

Birds' Song

One bird sitting high upon it’s bowing branch

Began whistling a tune to which only it could dance

The tune was merry and elegant, a lyrical parade

But no other bird could dance to this tune, they had all flown away

It had a sweet unique chirp unlike any ever heard

Perhaps by chance it was a lonely song from a lonely little bird

But it kept on dancing to its own little song

Without a care in the world, like nothing was wrong

Though the other birds took flight, got up and went

Our single soprano kept singing, kept singing one hundred percent

He eventually stopped dancing, stopped singing too

For it was truly alone with nothing to do

Then just when its little head sank down to its chest

Because no other bird in the tree could be found with a nest

In flew just one, just one little bird

And looked around for what it had heard

Then the two started chirping and sang chorus as one

For a party of two birds dancing in one tree had begun

Awake the Day

I have a magic chair that lies

in the corner of my room

Whenever I get bored I sit

And bing, bang, boom, - I’m on the moon

Eating lunch with mini me’s

And climbing clum clum trees like chimpanzees

But the moon doesn’t grow trees silly

So then these clum clum trees, they turn to bees

They fly from the moon, past the sun, and dance with the comets

They recite poems: haikus, couplets, ballads, and sonnets

We laugh and play till the break of day

Until finally something jumps in my lap

Who better to be woken from my nap than from my cat.

We’ve traveled together to places so far

And discovered oceans unknown

I thought as long as we never travel apart

We will never be fishes alone

Fish words cannot describe the feeling inside

For the absence of my fish friend

But there’ll be other tries to which we’ll oblige

And this distance will come to an end

Someday we’ll meet in the sunlight along a long beach

And tell stories again of places we’ve been

For time does not separate a distance to reach

Because when fish are friends they’re friends till the end

A Man With a Cane

Man With a Cane

An old man walking with a cane

He had no fits and no shame

“Why is this,” I said to the old man walking with a cane

“I never take anything for granted

I just go with the flow and see where the world will take me

Anyways what is old?

Isn’t that just an opinion?

For maybe I am young in my eyes

So you see, there is always someone older than me

And I use that as an excuse to go on with my life

I really don’t think about it

I never look back just move on forward

This is why I have no fits and no shame

I am just a young man with a cane”