By Heidi Mordhorst
"Snug as a bug in a hug,"
says Gran, like she always does,
and laughs down my neck
with her smoky-mint …
says Gran, like she always does,
and laughs down my neck
with her smoky-mint …
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- By Carole Boston WeatherfordBig and bold now, write your name.
Draw an arrow, then take aim
at a puffy heart: "Kim loves Kyle."
Doodling… - By April Halprin WaylandThe best clouds in the business
are right above me
right now.
We’re riding in this teal convertible
those clouds just dozing
in about forty-nine different shapes
... - By Roald DahlThe crocodile, with cunning smile, sat in the dentist’s chair.
He said, “Right here and everywhere my teeth require repair.”
The dentist’s face was turning white. He quivered, quaked and shook.
He muttered, “I suppose I’m going to have to take a look.”
“I... - By Joan Bransfield GrahamDivide
the year
into seasons,
four,
subtract
the snow then
add
some more
green,
a bud,
a breeze,
a whispering
behind
the trees,
and here
beneath the
rain-scrubbed
sky
orange poppies
multiply. - By Eileen SpinelliFifty-nine days to go.
I can't find my purple beach towel.
I can't even get to my closet
without walking across
a sea of dirty socks.
Mom pokes her head into my doorway,
says:
“Time to clean your room, Sophie.”
And I have to admit
she's right.
And it's not... - By Jen BryantI take my kaleidoscope off the shelf,
look through the little hole at the end
of the cardboard tube;
I turn and turn and turn and turn,
letting the crystals shift into strange
and beautiful patterns, letting the... - By E. E. Cummingsin Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old... - By Rebecca Kai DotlichOn thin golden poles
gliding up, sliding down,
a kingdom of horses
goes spinning around.
Jumper, Brown Beauty,
Dark Thunder, Sir Snow,
a medley of ponies
parade in a row.
Settled in saddles,
their riders hold on
to reins of soft leather
while circling along
on chestnut or charcoal,
on sleek Arctic... - By JonArno LawsonHe laughed with a laugh
that he wished was his laugh,
but everyone knew it wasn’t.
When he laughed he would ask,
"Does that sound like my laugh?"
and everyone said, "It doesn’t."
The laugh that he laughed
that wasn’t his laugh went
"Hardy har har, guffaw!"
The laugh... - By David L. HarrisonGather 'round, ye scurvy mates,
I'm signing on a crew.
You there! Can ye tie a knot?
Ye’ll do.
I'd say you've snatched a purse or two.
Ye'll do.
Does the thought of plundered gold
make ye shiver?
Make ye bold?
Ye'll do.
Ha! You’re rotten through and through!
Ye'll do.
Phew!... - By Bruce LanskyI have a brief confession
that I would like to make.
If I dont get it off my chest
I'm sure my heart will break.
I didn't do my reading.
I watched TV instead—
while munching cookies, cakes, and chips
and cinnamon raisin bread.
I didn't wash the... - By Joan HortonI hear it at night
when I turn out the light.
It’s that creature who’s under my bed.
He won’t go away.
He’s determined to stay.
But I wish he would beat it, instead.
I told him to go,
but he shook his head no.
He was worse... - By Darren SardelliLittle Boy Blue,
please cover your nose.
You sneezed on Miss Muffet
and ruined her clothes.
You sprayed Mother Hubbard,
and now she is sick.
You put out the fire
on Jack’s candlestick.
Your sneeze is the reason
why Humpty fell down.
You drenched Yankee Doodle
when he came to town.
The... - By Shel SilversteinWhere did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy’s shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard... From the magazine:
Auto-Lullaby
By Franz WrightThink of a sheep
knitting a sweater;
think of your life
getting better and better.
Think of your cat
asleep in a tree;
think of that spot
where you once skinned your knee.
Think of a bird
that stands in your palm.
Try to remember
the Twenty-first Psalm.
Think of a big...- By William BlakeThe sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring.
The sky-lark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells’ cheerful sound.
While our sports shall be seen
On the Ecchoing Green.
Old John, with white hair
Does laugh... - By Christina RossettiMix a pancake,
Stir a pancake,
Pop it in the pan;
Fry the pancake,
Toss the pancake—
Catch it if you can. - By AnonymousAs I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives? - By Joyce ArmorIt’s always been a wish of mine
(Or should I say a dream)
To scare my sister half to death
And hear her piercing scream.
That’s why I squished four bugs until
They all were very dead,
Then took them to my sister’s room
And put them...