Monday's Poem: My Pet Snake Escaped!

My Pet Snake Escaped!

Dog's in the stairwell;

Cat's in a box;

Snake's crawling somewhere;

I'm throwing rocks.

Mom's yelling, "Get inside;"

Dad's looking mad;

Snake's crawling somewhere;

I think they think that's bad.

Brother's grunting, "Yucky!"

Sister's screaming, "Eek!"

Snake's crawling somewhere

And has been for a week.

Crawling on my stomach;

Searching everywhere;

Snake's crawling...Uh Oh!

Up my mother's chair.

Oops!  Mother's fast asleep.

Silence!  Shhh!  Hush!

Snake's sleeping on her lap.

Shush!  Shush!  Shush!

                         

                        Anne Knowles

Monday's Poem: Bella Bulldog

Bella Bulldog

Bella Bulldog came to tea;

kissed me slobber sloppily;

poured the tea and served the cakes.

What a pal my Bella makes!

                                                 Anne Knowles

Monday's Poem: Ten Mosquitoes

Ten Mosquitoes

A hot summer day with one of me,

a book, and a stool, and an apple tree.

Ten mosquitoes visited me,

knocked on my skin,

and asked to come in.

Ten mosquitoes visiting me.

One sat down to dine

and then there were nine.

Nine mosquitoes visiting me.

One asked for a plate

and then there were eight.

Eight mosquitoes visiting me.

One brought flour and leaven

and then there were seven.

Seven mosquitoes visiting me.

One had sticks to mix

and then there were six.

Six mosquitoes visiting me.

One landed with chives

and then there were five.

Five mosquitoes visiting me.

One begged for some more

and then there were four.

Four mosquitoes visiting me.

One came for some tea

and then there were three.

Three mosquitoes visiting me.

One thought I was stew

and then there were two.

Two mosquitoes visiting me.

One dove for my thumb

and then there was one.

One mosquito visiting me.

It yelled, "Cinnamon!"

and then there were none.

A hot summer day with one of me,

a book, and a stool, and an apple tree.

Twenty mosquitoes visited me,

knocked on my skin,

and asked to come in.

Mosquitoes, a stool, and an apple tree.

No more book and no more me.

                                      Anne Knowles

Monday's Poem: Oops!

Oops!

Dripped, dropped, downed.

My ice cream's on the ground.

My toesies dare

To taste the fare. 

Dripped, dropped, downed.
                          Anne Knowles

Monday's Poem: My Face

My Face

My face is very different

Some people laugh at me

You may laugh

You may point

But I love me.

I've had my different face

Since I was one day old

You may laugh

You may point

But I love me.

I wish you wouldn't laugh

I wish you wouldn't point

I'm just like you

I'm me all through

And I love me.

                                   Anne Knowles

Monday's Poem: The Really Me

The Really Me

My mommies love me

inside out.

They love me

outside in.

They really love--

I know they love--

the really me I am.

They love the me

I'm figuring out,

the me that cries

and sometimes shouts.

They really, really,

really love

ME

ME

the me I am,

the really me I am.

                                    Anne Knowles

Monday's Poem: April Fool

April Fool

I love eating green beans

and taking a nap,

picking up toys

and taking a bath.

Me, me, me, mine

are words I don't like.

I'm two years old now--

a peaceful, wee tyke.

                               Anne Knowles