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| Hug O'War I will not play at tug o'war. I'd rather play at hug o'war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins. -Shel Silverstein Where the Sidewalk Ends |
| Smart My dad gave me one dollar bill 'Cuz I'm his smartest son, And I swapped it for two shiny quarters 'Cuz two is more than one! And then I took the quarters And traded them to Lou For three dimes--I guess he don't know That three is more than two! Just then, along came old blind Bates And just 'cuz he can't see He gave me four nickels for my three dimes And four is more than three! And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs Down at the feed store, And the fool gave me five pennies for them, 'Cuz five is more than four! And then I went and showed my dad, And he got red in the cheeks And closed his eyes and shook his head-- Too proud of me to speak! -Shel Silvertein Where the Sidewalk Ends |
| Sick "I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash, and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I'm going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I've counted sixteen chicken pox And there's one more- that's seventeen And don't you think my face looks green? My leg is cut, my eyes are blue- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I'm sure that my left leg is broke. My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button's caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankles' sprained, My 'pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb, I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what? What's that? What's that you say? You say today is...Saturday? Goodbye, I'm going out to play!" -Shel Silverstein Where the Sidewalk Ends |
| Toes In My Nose I bet them I could do it. My friends all said, "No way." And now my toes are in my nose, so they will have to pay. They each owe me a dollar-- Of that there is no doubt. There's just one little problem, I cannot get them out. -Bruce Lansky Giggle Poetry |
| Oops! Three coffee cups my mother loved lie shattered on the floor. Three ripe tomatoes splattered when they hit the kitchen door. Three jumbo eggs are scrambled. But they're not on a plate. Three loaves of bread are crumbled. I'll use the crumbs for bait. Three Barbie dolls have lost their heads. Three pepper mills are smashed. Three goldfish died while doing flips. Three model airplanes crashed. Three lettuce heads unraveled. Three onions came unpeeled. My parents didn't know who did it 'til my sister squealed. My parents are befuddled. They think that I've gone nuts. But there's a simpler explanation: I'm a juggling klutz. -Bruce Lansky Giggle Poetry |
| Kookaburra Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree. Merry, merry king of the bush is he. Laugh, Kookaburra, Laugh, Kookaburra, Gay your life must be. Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, Eating all the gumdrops he can see. Stop, Kookaburra, Stop, Kookaburra, Leave some there for me. Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, Counting all the monkeys he can see. Wait, Kookaburra, Stop, Kookaburra, That's not a monkey, that's me! -Mother Goose Rhyme |
| Jabberwocky "Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the momeraths outgrabe. 'Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the JubJub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch! He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head, He went galumphing back. 'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arns, my beamish boy! Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogroves, And the momeraths outgrabe. -Lewis Carroll |
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