Poetry Wednesday, Vol. 92

We continue with the children’s poems!  I have some more serious poetry, I promise, but at the moment the kids and I are reading through old favorite books and discovering new favorite poems.  One of our current favorites makes the kids smile, even if they don’t understand all the words or the pun.  Enjoy!

The Embarrasing Episode of Little Miss Muffet
Guy Wetmore Carryl

Little Miss Muffet discovered a tuffet,
(Which never occurred to the rest of us)
  And, as ’twas a June day, and just about noonday,
She wanted to eat-like the best of us;
Her diet was whey, and I hasten to say
It is wholesome and people grow fat on it.
The spot being lonely, the lady not only
Discovered the tuffet, but sat on it.

A rivulet gabbled beside her and babbled,
As rivulets always are thought to do,
And dragon flies sported around and cavorted,
As poets say dragon flies ought to do;
When, glancing aside for a moment, she spied
A horrible sight that brought fear to her,
A hideous spider was sitting beside her,
And most unavoidable near to her!

Albeit unsightly, this creature politely
Said: “Madam, I earnestly vow to you,
I’m penitent that I did not bring my hat. I
should otherwise certainly bow to you.”
Though anxious to please, he was so ill at ease
That he lost all his sense of propriety,
And grew so inept that he clumsily stept
In her plate-which is barred in Society.

This curious error completed her terror;
She shuddered, and growing much paler, not
Only left her tuffet, but dealt him a buffet
Which doubled him up in a sailor knot.
It should be explained that at this he was pained:
He cried: “I have vexed you, no doubt of it!
Your fist’s like a truncheon.”  “You’re still in my luncheon,”
Was all that she answered.  “Get out of it!”

And the MORAL is this: Be it madam or miss
To whom you have something to say,
You are only absurd when you get in the curd,
But you’re rude when you get in the whey!


Poetry Wednesday, Vol. 91

The kids and I really enjoy Scranimals by Jack Prelutsky. We recently rediscovered our torn and tattered copy, reading at odd times of the day. Last night we read it for a bed time story. I have to admit, when we first opened the book a couple years ago, I was less than excited about it. The poems and the ideas just didn’t grab me. But the kids loved it. Every new animal was endlessly fascinating. They spent entire minutes drawing new variations of animal/fruit/vegetable hybrids. So we kept reading the book. And as it so often happens with Stockholm Syndrome I grew to love the book. Now I don’t just read it, I actually enjoy it!

And next time we are at your house and you serve us radishes, you will understand why our pronunciation of the name is just a little off.

Jack Prelutsky

In the middle of the ocean
In the deep deep dark,
Dwells a monstrous apparition,
The detested RADISHARK.
It’s an underwater nightmare
That you hope you never meet,
For it eats what it wants,
And it always wants to eat.

Its appalling, bulbous body
Is astonishingly red,
And its fangs are sharp and gleaming
In its huge and horrid head,
And the only thought it harbors
In its small but frightful mind,
Is to catch you and to bite you
On your belly and behind.

It is ruthless, it is brutal,
It swims swiftly, it swims far,
So it’s guaranteed to find you
Almost anywhere you are.
If the RADISHARK is near you,
Pray the beast is fast asleep
In the middle of the ocean
In the dark dark deep.

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