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Poetry is always around us from nursery rhymes to song lyrics. The motive of teaching poetry to children is to foster fondness for words, sounds, and the meaning hidden behind the poems. Today’s article will provide you with the best kid’s poems of all time making your job easy.
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first, it wet the bed.
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!
I’m a little teapot
Short and stout
Here is my handle (one hand on the hip)
Here is my spout (other arm out straight)
When I get all steamed up
Hear me shout
“Tip me over
and pour me out!” (lean over toward spout)
I’m a clever teapot,
Yes, it’s true
Here let me show you
What I can do
I can change my handle
And my spout (switch arm positions)
Just tip me over and pour me out! (lean over toward spout)
The forest is the town of trees
Where they live quite at their ease,
With their neighbors at their side
Just as we in cities wide
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said “It is just how I feared—
Two Owls and a hen,
For Larks and a wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard!”
The world is so full
of a number of things,
I’m sure we should all
be as happy as kings.
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn’t know what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread,
Kissed them all soundly and sent them to bed.
Hey, diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November.
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting February alone.
And that has twenty-eight days clear,
And twenty-nine in each leap year.
I’ve a cat named Vesters,
And he eats all day.
He always lays around,
And never wants to play.
Not even with a squeaky toy,
Nor anything that moves.
When I have him exercise,
He always disapproves.
So we’ve put him on a diet,
But now he yells all day.
And even though he’s thinner,
He still won’t come and play.
As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, “Don’t put it there,
a head’s no place for underwear!”
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred’s underwear remains.
At night when Fred goes back to bed,
he deftly plucks it off his head.
His mother switches off the light
and softly croons, “Good night! Good night!”
And then, for reasons no one knows,
Fred’s underwear goes on his toes.
My doggy ate my essay.
He picked up all my mail.
He cleaned my dirty closet
and dusted with his tail.
He straightened out my posters
and swept my wooden floor.
My parents almost fainted
when he fixed my bedroom door.
I did not try to stop him.
He made my windows shine.
My room looked like a palace,
and my dresser smelled like pine.
He fluffed up every pillow.
He folded all my clothes.
He even cleaned my fish tank
with a toothbrush and a hose.
I thought it was amazing
to see him use a broom.
I’m glad he ate my essay
on “How to Clean My Room.”
Said the Table to the Chair,
‘You can hardly be aware,
‘How I suffer from the heat,
‘And from chilblains on my feet!
‘If we took a little walk,
‘We might have a little talk!
‘Pray let us take the air!’
Said the Table to the Chair
Said the Chair to the table,
'Now you know we are not able!
'How foolishly you talk,
'When you know we cannot walk!'
Said the Table with a sigh,
'It can do no harm to try,
'I've as many legs as you,
'Why can't we walk on two?'
So they both went slowly down,
And walked about the town
With a cheerful bumpy sound,
As they toddled round and round.
And everybody cried,
As they hastened to the side,
'See! the Table and the Chair
'Have come out to take the air!'
But in going down an alley,
To a castle in a valley,
They completely lost their way,
And wandered all the day,
Till to see them safely back,
They paid a Ducky-quack,
And a Beetle, and a Mouse,
Who took them to their house.
Then they whispered to each other,
'O delightful little brother!
'What a lovely walk we've taken!
'Let us dine on Beans and Bacon!'
So the Ducky and the Leetle
Browny-Mousy and the Beetle
Dined and danced upon their heads
Till they toddled to their beds.
If you have to dry the dishes
(Such an awful, boring chore)
If you have to dry the dishes
(‘ Stead of going to the store)
If you have to dry the dishes
And you drop one on the floor—
Maybe they won’t let you
Dry the dishes anymore.
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I’m learning to say thank you.
And I’m learning to say please.
And I’m learning to use Kleenex,
Not my sweater, when I sneeze.
And I’m learning not to dribble.
And I’m learning not to slurp.
And I’m learning (though it sometimes really hurts me)
Not to burp.
And I’m learning to chew softer
When I eat corn on the cob.
And I’m learning that it’s much
Much easier to be a slob.
I can’t wait for summer when school days are done,
to spend the days playing outside in the sun.
I won’t have to study. No homework, no tests.
Just afternoons spent on adventures and quests.
Instead of mathematics and writing reports,
I’ll go to the park and play summertime sports.
Instead of assignments, report cards, and grades,
I’ll get to play baseball and watch the parades.
I’ll swing on the playground. I’ll swim in the pool
instead of just practicing lessons in school.
The second the school year is finally done
I’ll spend every minute with friends having fun.
I hardly can wait for the end of the year.
I’m counting the days until summer is here.
It’s hard to be patient. It’s hard to be cool.
It’s hard to believe it’s the first day of school.
At school, you must be good
And never get there late,
But when it comes to Friday
The children think it’s great
Because it’s time for the weekend,
It’s time to have a rest,
It’s time to stay in bed ‘til late
And walk round in your vest.
The teachers all work hard
To try to educate,
But when it comes to Friday
The teachers think it’s great
Because it’s time for the weekend,
It’s time to have a rest,
It’s time to stay in bed ‘til late
And walk round in your vest.
I’d like to be popular, just for a term,
To stand with the in-crowd, be given a turn,
To be called smart and help others to learn,
But I can’t see it happening to me.
I’d like to be popular, just for a week,
To be given a part in a play where I speak,
To be treated as normal, and not as a freak,
But I can’t see it happening to me.
I’d like to be popular, just for a day,
To have people choose me, invite me to play,
I’d like to have friends who hear what I say,
But I can’t see it happening to me.
I’d like to be popular, just for an hour,
Come out of this corner where I sit and cower,
To share, for a moment, the balance of power,
But I can’t see it happening to me.
Our school lunches are so, so bad.
Eating this just makes me sad.
None of this weird food is delicious,
And all the lunch ladies are malicious!
The chocolate cookie is the best,
But it is really hard to digest.
This idea is a great big flop
And will never ever be on top.
Scary teachers scream, "EAT UP!"
But how do I drink from the dirty cup?
I don't have a packed lunch, so I'm not so lucky.
All this food is super mucky!
I cannot cope with even half,
In math class, I might barf on my graph.
I always think, "What's that on my plate?"
This is the stuff I really hate,
But I do quite like fish and chips,
Even if the ketchup burns my lips!
Two Little Dicky Birds,
Sat upon a wall.
One named Peter,
The other named Paul,
Fly away Peter.
Fly away Paul.
Come back Peter!
Come back Paul!!
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water,
Jack fell down
And broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.
Up Jack got
And home did trot
As fast as he could caper,
Went to bed
To mend his head
With vinegar and brown paper.
My best friend is a book
that doesn't give me a weird look.
It is like a golden door
that takes me to the land where I have never been before.
It tells me the tales of a fairy
that take me to the land full of merry.
Some books are boring like history,
which is like a big mystery.
Books are the source of enlightenment
that vanquish darkness and fill our life with brightness.
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full,
One for the master,
And one for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.
Popcorn, popcorn,
Sizzling in the pan.
Shake it up, shake it up
BAM, bam, bam!
Popcorn, popcorn
Now it’s getting hot,
Shake it up, shake it up,
Pop, pop, pop!
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go.
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath Day,
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
Mary had a little lamb,
Little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went,
Mary went, Mary went,
Everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go,
He followed her to school one day,
School one day, school one day,
He followed her to school one day,
Which was against the rule,
It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play,
To see a lamb at school,
And so the teacher turned him out,
Turned him out, turned him out,
So the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,
And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
Waited patiently about,
Till Mary did appear,
“Why does the lamb love Mary so?
Mary so, Mary so,
Why does the lamb love Mary so?”
The eager children cried,
“Why Mary loves the lamb, you know,
Lamb you know, lamb you know,
Why Mary loves the lamb, you know”
The teacher did reply,
Mary had a little lamb,
Little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow.
Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone—
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I’ve got it right.)
Howe’er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk,
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee—
(I fear I’d better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Twinkled on the trees,
And all the little children cried,
“A jewel, if you please!”
But while they held their hands outstretched
To catch the diamonds gay,
A million little sunbeams came
And stole them all away.
Choosing a poem for kids can be challenging, especially when there are so many poems out there. The secret to finding the perfect poem is to make sure it’s age-appropriate as well as interesting. Kids should be entertained by it and also learn something from it. The poem should be simple to understand. Complicated words or sentences may make the child lose interest. Kids usually enjoy funny poems or poems with amusement.
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