Category Archives: Poems

BANDAIDS

I have a bandaid on my finger

One on my knee and one on my nose

One on my heel and two on my shoulder

Three on my elbow and nine on my toes

Two on my wrist and one on my ankle

One on my chin and one on my thigh

Four on my belly and five on my bottom

One on my forehead and one on my eye

One on my neck and in case I might need ’em

I have a box full of thirty five more

But oh ! I do think it is sort of a pity

I don’t have a cut or a sore

(Written by Shel Silverstein)

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SICK

“I cannot go to school today ”

Said little Peggy Ann McKay

“I have the measles and the mumps

A gash a rash and purple bumps

My mouth is wet my throat is dry

I’m going blind in my right eye

My tonsils are as big as rocks

I’ve counted 16 chicken pox

And there’s one more – that’s seventeen

And don’t you think my face looks green ?

My leg is cut my eyes are blue

It must be instamatic flu

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke

I’m sure that my left leg is broke

My hip hurts when I move my chin

My belly button’s caving in

My back is wreched my ankles sprained

My ‘pendix pains each time it rains

My nose is cold my toes are numb

I have a sliver in my thumb

My neck is stiff my spine is weak

I hardly whisper when I speak

My tongue is filling up my mouth

I think my hair is falling out

My elbow’s bent my spine ain’t straight

My temperature is one-o-eight

My brain is shrunk I cannot hear

There is a hole inside my ear

I have a hangnail and my heart is – what ?

What’s that ? What’s that you say ?

You say that today is Saturday ?

G’bye. I’m going out to play !”

(Written by Shel Silverstein)

WINDY NIGHTS

Whenever the moon and stars are set

Whenever the wind is high

All night long in the dark and wet

A man goes riding by

Late in the night when the fires are out

Why does he gallop and gallop about ?

Whenever the trees are crying aloud

And ships are tossed at sea

By on the highway low and loud

By at the gallop goes he

By at the gallop he goes and then

By he comes back at the gallop again

(Written by Robert Louis Stevensen)

 

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other just as fair

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear

Though as for that passing there

Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh I kept the first one for another day

Yet knowing how way leads to way

I doubted if I should ever come back

Somewhere ages and ages hence

Two roads diverged in a wood and I –

I took the one less travelled by

And that has made all the difference

(Written by Robert Frost)

 

 

THE JUMBLIES

They went to sea in a sieve they did

In a sieve they went to sea

In spite of all their friends could say

On a winter’s morn on a stormy day

In a sieve they went to sea !

And when the sieve turned round and round

And everyone cried “You’ll all be drowned !”

They called aloud “Our sieve ain’t big

But we don’t care a button !

We don’t care a fig !

In a sieve we’ll go to sea !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

They sailed away in a sieve they did

In a sieve they sailed so fast

With only a beautiful pea-green veil

Tied with a riband by way of a sail

To a small tobacco-pipe mast

And everyone said who saw them go

“O won’t they be soon upset you know !

For the sky is dark and the voyage is long

And happen what may it’s extremely wrong

In a sieve to sail so fast !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

The water it soon came in it did

The water it soon came in

So to keep them dry they wrapped their feet

In pinky paper all folded neat

And they fastened it down with a pin

And they passed the night in a crockery-jar

And each of them said “How wise we are !

Though the sky be dark and the voyage be long

Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong

While round in our sieve we spin !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

And all night long they sailed away

And when the sun went down

They whistled and warbled a moony song

To the echoing sound of the coppery gong

In the shade of the mountains brown

“O Timballo ! How happy we are

When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar

And all night long in the moonlight pale

We sail away with a pea-green sail

In the shade of the mountain brown !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

They sailed to the Western Sea they did

To a land all covered with trees

And they bought an owl and a useful cart

And a pound of rice and a cranberry tart

And a hive of silvery bees

The bought a pig and some green jack-daws

And a lovely monkey with lollipop paws

And forty bottles of Ringo-Bo-Ree

And no end of Stilton cheese

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

And in twenty years they all came back

In twenty years or more

And every one said “How tall they’ve grown !

For they’ve been to the Lakes and the Torrible Zone

And the hills of the Chankly Bore.”

And they drank their health and gave them a feast

Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast

And every one said “If we only live

We too will go to sea in a sieve

To the hills of the Chankly Bore !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

(Written by Edward Lear)

 

 

 

W.H.AUDEN

Stop all the clocks cut off the telephone

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone

Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum

Bring out the coffin let the mourners come

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message he is dead

Put crepe bows round the necks of the public doves

Let the traffic policeman wear black cotton gloves

He was my North my South my East my West

My working week and my Sunday rest

My moon my midnight my talk my song

I thought that love would last forever. I was wrong

The stars are not wanted now put out every one

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood

For nothing now can ever come to any good

(Written by W.H. Auden)

I OPENED A BOOK

I opened a book and in I strode

Now nobody can find me

I’ve left my house my chair my road

My town and my world behind me

I’m wearing the cloak

I’ve slipped on the ring

I’ve swallowed the magic potion

I’ve fought with a dragon dined with a king

And dived in a bottomless ocean

I opened a book and made some friends

I shared their tears and laughter

And followed their road with its bumps and bends

To the happily ever after

I finished my book and out I came

The cloak can no longer hide me

My chair and my house are just the same

But I have book inside me

(Written by Julia Donaldson)