41. My Brother Can Eat
My brother can eat.
Hide your fruits,
Hide your snacks,
Hide all your treats.
My brother can eat.
Hide your fruits,
Hide your snacks,
Hide all your treats.
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How tiring it is
To be three years old.
Sit here, eat that,
Be constantly told.
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A cow and a rooster went dancing
One night by the light of the moon.
They'd arranged to meet in the barnyard
With the crickets providing the tune.
Oh what fun, what a barnyard dance. Wonderful lively poetry, great literary imagery.
I really enjoyed the read and just know children will absolutely love this fabulous poem.
Harvey is a huge hippopotamus
Who bathes in a bay that is bottomless
HIs mouth is as large
As a riverboat barge
I enjoyed the quality presentation of the hippo story. The rhyme style was very skilled, and there was care for rhythm while telling a coherent and entertaining tale.
Famous Poem
The people outside on the sidewalk
can’t seem to remain on the ground.
They’re jumping and hopping and springing,
and generally bouncing around.
I planned to leave, one fateful day,
Upon a burly craft.
I told my friends, "I'll sail the seas!"
But all of them just laughed!
Famous Poem
My bed is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I embark;
She girds me in my sailor's coat
And starts me in the dark.
I have a strange addiction,
It often sets off sparks!
I really cannot seem to stop,
Using exclamation marks!
Milly-Rose has a long hairy nose
that would consistently wiggle and twitch.
The kids would giggle every time it wiggled
and believed she was a silly old witch.
My friends are all astonished
At the things my pets can do.
They say my pets are gifted
But I hardly think that's true.
I have lots of friends, but there is a special one,
With whom I play the most – we have so much fun.
He never argues, and I’ve never heard him whine;
He always thinks that my suggestions are perfectly fine.
A day at the beach!
No teachers to teach.
No English, no Science,
No Math within reach.
Thank you for your encouragement, Ann. It means a lot!
Michael Murphy ate a worm;
I've seen him do it twice.
He ate it with some mustard
And a side of Spanish rice.
The kitten's in pajamas,
The puppy wears a bow.
Dad's dressed just like a candy cane:
Red stripes from head to toe.
Pure delight reading this poem. I am sitting here with a great big smile on my face. Thank you. Very best wishes, Ann.