Daddy’s Making Dinner--Jeff Mondak Daddy’s making dinnerI’ve seen it all beforeFrench fries black and burningAnd meat loaf on the floor Daddy’s making dinnerThe sugar bowl just brokeFido ate the gravyThe house has filled with smokeDaddy’s making dinnerBut I’m not one to moanSoon he will surrenderAnd go pick up the phoneDaddy made the dinnerToday’s my lucky dayDinner’s in the trash canAnd pizza’s on the way! This is the “Poem of the Week” on this website. http://www.jeffspoemsforkids.com/
The Toy Box Ate My Brother --Jeff MondakThe race was on to get a toy And Thomas was the winner He beat me to the toy box But he ended up as dinner The toy box ate my brother ‘cuz he made a tragic blunder He entered with a head-first dive And quickly got pulled under He kicked his feet and called my name While our toy box drooled and slurped I knew dear Thomas was no more When that toy box loudly burped No toy box can be trusted So I make this solemn promise I’ll rid the world of all of them In memory of poor Thomas I know you must be frightened So I will help you, girls and boys Just ship your toy box off to me --along with all your toys! Check out this site to hear a song written from this poem. http://www.jeffspoemsforkids.com/s1.php?id=5
Fat Squirrel, Flat Squirrel I saw a squirrel across the street He must have had a lot to eat That squirrel was round and kind of fat Until a taxi squished him flat --Jeff Mondak
Michael Closed the Bathroom DoorMichael closed the bathroom door, Hallelujah Michael closed the bathroom door, Hallelujah Michael made it just in time Hallelujah Michael made it just in time Hallelujah Michael closed the bathroom door, Hallelujah Michael closed the bathroom door, Hallelujah Michael’s feeling better now Hallelujah Michael’s feeling better now Hallelujah Michael closed the bathroom door, Hallelujah Michael closed the bathroom door, Hallelujah Mom won’t make me cook again Hallelujah Mom won’t make me cook again Hallelujah
Aliens Have Landed! By Kenn Nesbitt
My Teacher Loves Her iPod by Bruce Lansky My teacher loves her iPod.It’s always in her ear.She doesn’t mind it if we jokeor chat ’cause she can’t hear If we don’t pay attention,she doesn’t seem to care.Whenever she has music on,she wears a distant stare. Our principal dropped by one day,and she paid no attention.He took away her iPod,and he sent her to detention.
I’d Rather by Bruce Lansky I’d rather wash the dishes. I’d rather kiss a frog.I’d rather get an F in mathor run a ten-mile jog. I’d rather do my homework.I’d rather mow the lawn.I’d rather take the garbage out.I’d rather wake at dawn. I’d rather dine on Brussels sproutsor catch the chicken pox.I’d rather do most anythingthan clean the litter box.
Little Boy Blue By Darren Sardelli Little Boy Blue, Please cover your nose.You sneezed on Miss Muffetand ruined her clothes.You sprayed Mother Hubbardand now she is sick.You put out the fire on Jack's candle stick.Your sneeze is the reason why Humpty fell down.You drenched Yankee Doodlewhen he came to town.The blind mice are angry!The sheep are upset!From now on use tissuesSo no one gets wet!!!
Gotta Go! by Robert Pottle I gotta go! I gotta go! I’ll ask the teacher first.I gotta go! I gotta go!I think I’m gonna burst. I gotta go! I gotta go!I’d better raise my hand.I gotta go! I gotta go!But maybe I should stand. I gotta go! I gotta go!My hand is raised up high.I gotta go! I gotta go!I hope my pants stay dry. I gotta go! I gotta go!I’m really in a bind.I gotta go! I gotta—Uh-oh. Never mind.
The Yuckiest Sandwich by Ellen Jackson Take a slice of moldy bread.Spread it thick with mud.Add an onion ring or two,topped with slimy crud. Sprinkle fish food all around—add a dried-up bug.Smear the whole thing with the lintyou picked up off the rug. Garnish it with coffee groundsor hair spray from your mother.Then wrap it up in cellophaneand give it to your brother!