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Poems for kids
The Tiger and the Zebra
by Kenn Nesbitt The tiger phoned the zebra and invited him to dine. He said "If you could join me that would simply be divine." The zebra said "I thank you, but respectfully decline. I heard you ate the antelope; he was a friend of mine." On hearing this the tiger cried "I must admit it's true! I also ate the buffalo, the llama and the gnu. And yes I ate the warthog, the gazelle and kangaroo, but I could never eat a creature beautiful as you. "You see I have a secret I'm embarrassed to confide: I look on you with envy and a modicum of pride. Of all the creatures ever known," the tiger gently sighed, "It seems we are the only two with such a stripy hide. "Now seeing how we share this strong resemblance of the skin, I only can conclude that we are just as close as kin. This means you are my brother and, though fearsome I have been, I could not eat my brother, that would surely be a sin." The zebra thought, and then replied "I'm certain you are right. The stripy coats we both possess are such a handsome sight! My brother, will you let me reconsider if I might? My calendar is empty so please let us dine tonight." The tiger met the zebra in his brand-new fancy car and drove him to a restaurant which wasn't very far. And when they both were seated at a table near the bar, the zebra asked "What's on the grill?" The tiger said "You are." "But please, you cannot dine on me!" the outraged zebra cried. "To cook me up and eat me is a thing I can't abide. You asked me for your trust and I unwarily complied. You said you could not eat me now you plan to have me fried?" "And what about the envy and the modicum of pride? And what of us as brothers since we share a stripy hide?" "I'm sorry," said the tiger and he smiled as he replied, "but I love the taste of zebra so, in other words, I lied." My Book Report Is Due Today
by Kenn Nesbitt
My book report is due today.
I haven't finished yet.
In fact, I haven't started,
which I'm coming to regret.
I haven't even read the book.
I put it off so long.
I thought I'd have a lot of time.
It looks like I was wrong.
I'd ask my older brother
what this book is all about,
but he's already left for school
and cannot help me out.
I'd hustle to the movie store
and rent the DVD,
but I don't even have the time
to watch it on TV.
I guess I'll have to fake it
and pretend I read the book.
Then write a bunch of nonsense
and assorted gobbledygook.
It's either that, or do the thing
my conscience knows is right:
I'll claim I'm sick and stay at home
and finish it tonight.
Turn Off the TV!
by Bruce Lansky My father gets quite mad at me; my mother gets upset-- when they catch me watching our new television set. My father yells, "Turn that thing off!"
Mom says, "It's time to study." I'd rather watch my favorite TV show with my best buddy. I sneak down after homework
and turn the set on low. But when she sees me watching it, my mom yells out, "No!" Dad says, "If you don't turn it off,
I'll hang it from a tree!" I rather doubt he'll do it, 'cause he watches more than me. He watches sports all weekend,
and weekday evenings too, while munching chips and pretzels-- the room looks like a zoo. So if he ever got the nerve
to hang it from a tree, he'd spend a lot of time up there-- watching it with me. The months.
January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glows. February brings the rains, Thaws the frozen lake again. March brings breezes sharp and chill, Shakes the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Sporting round their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies, rose, Fills the children’s hands with posies. Hot July brings thunder-showers, Apricots, and gilly-flowers. August brings the sheaves of corn; Then the harvest home is borne. Warm September brings the fruit; Sportsmen then begin to shoot. Brown October brings the pheasant, Then to gather nuts is pleasant. Dull November brings the blast— Hark! the leaves are whirling fast. Cold December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat. |
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