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I Love You Not
by Bruce Lansky
I love
you I love you,
I love you so well,
if I had a skunk
I would give you a smell.
If I were a dog
I would give you a bite.
If I were a witch
I would give you a fright.
If I were a bathtub
I'd give you a splash.
If I were a fungus
I'd give you a rash.
I love you so much
that I won't tell a lie,
I promise we'll marry
the day that I die.
My Secret List for
Halloween
by Charles Ghigna
Last year I made a
secret list
Of houses on our street
That gave out all the very best
Of what I like to eat.
I made a separate list of those
That gave out candy bars
And those that let us pick right from
Their giant candy jars.
I checked off all the houses that
Gave raisins in a box
And those that gave just one small piece
Of gum that's hard as rocks.
My little sister laughs at me,
But I don't think she's funny,
'Cause she won't let me see HER list
Of houses that gave money!
The Burp
by Anonymous
Pardon
me for being rude.
It was not me, it was my food.
It got so lonely down below,
it just popped up to say hello
Turn Off the TV!
by Bruce Lansky
My father gets quite mad at
me;
my mother gets upset--
when they catch me watching
our new television set.
My father yells, "Turn that thing off!"
Mom says, "It's time to study."
I'd rather watch my favorite TV show
with my best buddy.
I sneak down after homework
and turn the set on low.
But when she sees me watching it,
my mom yells out, "No!"
Dad says, "If you don't turn it off,
I'll hang it from a tree!"
I rather doubt he'll do it,
'cause he watches more than me.
He watches sports all weekend,
and weekday evenings too,
while munching chips and pretzels--
the room looks like a zoo.
So if he ever got the nerve
to hang it from a tree,
he'd spend a lot of time up there--
watching it with me.
My Noisy Brother
by Bruce Lansky
My
brother's such a noisy kid,
when he eats soup he slurps.
When he drinks milk he gargles.
And after meals he burps.
He cracks his knuckles when he's bored.
He whistles when he walks.
He snaps his fingers when he sings,
and when he's mad he squawks.
At night my brother snores so loud
it sounds just like a riot.
Even when he sleeps
my noisy brother isn't quiet.
Where My Clothes Are
by Bruce
Lansky
Dirty clothes should be put in the hamper.
Clean clothes should be put in the drawer.
But it takes too much time and it takes too much work,
so I throw them all over the floor.
Clear As Mud
by Bruce Lansky
I go to bed each
morning.
I wake up every night.
I spill my milk at breakfast,
and then turn on the light.
Each day I miss the school bus.
I never have been late.
I don't turn in my homework.
My teacher thinks I'm great.
My favorite game is basketball.
I cannot sink a shot.
We haven't won a single game.
Our team is getting hot.
Last year I was in high school.
Now I'm in second grade.
Next year I'll be in daycare.
I'll really have it made!
When I grow up, I'm hoping
a baby I can be:
a pacifier in my mouth,
my cradle in a tree.
This poem's so confusing.
It's all so crystal clear.
Perhaps I'll understand it
when I am born next year.
Talented Family
by Kenn Nesbitt
My
family's very talented;
I'm certain you'll agree.
We each possess a special skill
that anyone can see.
My brother's good at burying
his finger up his nose.
My sister's good at covering
her room with dirty clothes.
My father's good at eating soup
in big, disgusting slurps.
My mother's good at cutting loose
with record-breaking burps.
Our dog is good at piddling
in the back seat of the car.
The baby's good at putting
Pop-Tarts in the VCR.
Myself, I'm good at sleeping late
and making lots of noise
and cluttering the living room
with comic books and toys.
So though we're very talented,
I'm sad to say it's true:
We're only good at doing things
we're not supposed to do.