Poetry

Daddy’s Making Dinner   --Jeff Mondak Daddy’s making dinner I’ve seen it all before French fries black and burning And meat loaf on the floor Daddy’s making dinner The sugar bowl just broke Fido ate the gravy The house has filled with smoke Daddy’s making dinner But I’m not one to moan Soon he will surrender And go pick up the phone Daddy made the dinner Today’s my lucky day Dinner’s in the trash can And pizza’s on the way! This is the “Poem of the Week” on this website. http://www.jeffspoemsforkids.com/

The Toy Box Ate My Brother                 --Jeff Mondak The race was on to get a toy And Thomas was the winner He beat me to the toy box But he ended up as dinner The toy box ate my brother ‘cuz he made a tragic blunder He entered with a head-first dive And quickly got pulled under He kicked his feet and called my name While our toy box drooled and slurped I knew dear Thomas was no more When that toy box loudly burped No toy box can be trusted So I make this solemn promise I’ll rid the world of all of them In memory of poor Thomas I know you must be frightened So I will help you, girls and boys Just ship your toy box off to me --along with all your toys!        Check out this site to hear a song written from this poem. http://www.jeffspoemsforkids.com/s1.php?id=5

Fat Squirrel, Flat Squirrel I saw a squirrel across the street He must have had a lot to eat That squirrel was round and kind of fat Until a taxi squished him flat                    --Jeff Mondak

Michael Closed the Bathroom Door Michael closed the bathroom door, Hallelujah Michael closed the bathroom door, Michael made it just in time Michael’s feeling better now Mom won’t make me cook again

Aliens Have Landed! By Kenn Nesbitt     The aliens have landed! It’s distressing, but they’re here. They piloted their flying saucer through our atmosphere. They landed like a meteor engulfed in smoke and flame. Then out they climbed immersed in slime and burbled as they came. Their hands are greasy tentacles. Their heads are weird machines. Their bodies look like cauliflower and smell like dead sardines. Their blood is liquid helium. Their eyes are made of granite. Their breath exudes the stench of foods from some unearthly planet. And if you want to see these sickly, unattractive creatures, you’ll find them working in your school; they all got jobs as teachers.

My Teacher Loves Her iPod by Bruce Lansky My teacher loves her iPod. It’s always in her ear. She doesn’t mind it if we joke or chat ’cause she can’t hear If we don’t pay attention, she doesn’t seem to care. Whenever she has music on, she wears a distant stare. Our principal dropped by one day, and she paid no attention. He took away her iPod, and he sent her to detention.

I’d Rather by Bruce Lansky I’d rather wash the dishes. I’d rather kiss a frog. I’d rather get an F in math or run a ten-mile jog. I’d rather do my homework. I’d rather mow the lawn. I’d rather take the garbage out. I’d rather wake at dawn. I’d rather dine on Brussels sprouts or catch the chicken pox. I’d rather do most anything than clean the litter box.

Little Boy Blue By Darren Sardelli Little Boy Blue, Please cover your nose. You sneezed on Miss Muffet and ruined her clothes. You sprayed Mother Hubbard and now she is sick. You put out the fire on Jack's candle stick. Your sneeze is the reason why Humpty fell down. You drenched Yankee Doodle when he came to town. The blind mice are angry! The sheep are upset! From now on use tissues So no one gets wet!!!

Gotta Go! by Robert Pottle I gotta go! I gotta go! I’ll ask the teacher first. I gotta go! I gotta go! I think I’m gonna burst. I gotta go! I gotta go! I’d better raise my hand. I gotta go! I gotta go! But maybe I should stand. I gotta go! I gotta go! My hand is raised up high. I gotta go! I gotta go! I hope my pants stay dry. I gotta go! I gotta go! I’m really in a bind. I gotta go! I gotta— Uh-oh. Never mind.

The Yuckiest Sandwich by Ellen Jackson Take a slice of moldy bread. Spread it thick with mud. Add an onion ring or two, topped with slimy crud. Sprinkle fish food all around— add a dried-up bug. Smear the whole thing with the lint you picked up off the rug. Garnish it with coffee grounds or hair spray from your mother. Then wrap it up in cellophane and give it to your brother!