Here are some short rhyming poems by unknown authors that I thought might be great for young children to have in their pockets on Poem in Your Pocket Day.
I’m glad the sky is painted blue,
And the earth is painted green,
With such a lot of nice fresh air
All sandwiched in between.
I eat my peas with honey.
I’ve done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny
But it keeps them on the knife.
The sausage is a cunning bird
With feathers long and wavy;
It swims about the frying pan
And makes its nest in gravy.
Awake, arise, pull out your eyes,
And hear what time of day.
And when you’ve done, pull out your tongue,
And see what you can say.
Get up, get up, you lazy head.
Get up, you lazy sinner.
We need those sheets for tablecloths.
It’s nearly time for dinner.
The thunder crashed
The lightning flashed
And all the world was shaken;
The little pig
Curled up his tail
And ran to save his bacon.
A horse and a flea and three blind mice
Sat on a curbstone shooting dice.
The horse he slipped and fell on the flea.
The flea said, “Whoops, there’s a horse on me.”
Nicholas Ned,
He lost his head,
And put a turnip on instead;
But then, ah, me!
He could not see,
So he thought it was night, and he went to bed.
Mary had a little lamb,
A lobster and some prunes,
A glass of milk, a piece of pie,
And then some macaroons.
It made the busy waiters grin
To see her order so,
And when they carried Mary out,
Her face was white as snow.
A mouse in her room scared miss Dowd;
She was frightened and screamed very loud,
Then a happy thought hit her—
To scare off the critter,
She sat up in bed and meowed.
There was an old man of Peru
who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
He woke in the night
In a terrible fright
And found it was perfectly true.
There was a young farmer of Leeds
Who swallowed six packets of seeds.
It soon came to pass
He was covered with grass,
And he couldn’t sit down for the weeds.
I’m glad the sky is painted blue,
And the earth is painted green,
With such a lot of nice fresh air
All sandwiched in between.
I eat my peas with honey.
I’ve done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny
But it keeps them on the knife.
The sausage is a cunning bird
With feathers long and wavy;
It swims about the frying pan
And makes its nest in gravy.
Awake, arise, pull out your eyes,
And hear what time of day.
And when you’ve done, pull out your tongue,
And see what you can say.
Get up, get up, you lazy head.
Get up, you lazy sinner.
We need those sheets for tablecloths.
It’s nearly time for dinner.
The thunder crashed
The lightning flashed
And all the world was shaken;
The little pig
Curled up his tail
And ran to save his bacon.
A horse and a flea and three blind mice
Sat on a curbstone shooting dice.
The horse he slipped and fell on the flea.
The flea said, “Whoops, there’s a horse on me.”
Nicholas Ned,
He lost his head,
And put a turnip on instead;
But then, ah, me!
He could not see,
So he thought it was night, and he went to bed.
Mary had a little lamb,
A lobster and some prunes,
A glass of milk, a piece of pie,
And then some macaroons.
It made the busy waiters grin
To see her order so,
And when they carried Mary out,
Her face was white as snow.
A mouse in her room scared miss Dowd;
She was frightened and screamed very loud,
Then a happy thought hit her—
To scare off the critter,
She sat up in bed and meowed.
There was an old man of Peru
who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
He woke in the night
In a terrible fright
And found it was perfectly true.
There was a young farmer of Leeds
Who swallowed six packets of seeds.
It soon came to pass
He was covered with grass,
And he couldn’t sit down for the weeds.
I love this day! Who knew?
ReplyDeleteJules,
ReplyDeleteI hope some schools participate in Poem in Your Pocket Day. What fun it could be to have every student and staff member at a school have a poem with them to share with each other on April 17th.