Monday's Poem: Learning

Learning

Johnny, Johnny loved his cow.

Cow loved Johnny, too.

Johnny took his cow to school.

Cow said, "Moo plus moo."

Moo plus moo is two, indeed.

Two moos plus moo is three.

That's how Johnny learned his sums,

(But not his A, B, C's).

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