Category: childrens poems

When you stop that dumb-bell show-off act, I’ll let you see the Mr Potato Head game I’ve brought. It’s for you. Here’s a potato: stick

White when rain whispers it is snow Green when leaves whisper it is spring Blue when sky whispers it is wind Grey when cloud whispers

Lounging around the kitchen after school can be rewarding. Don’t look now, but I think I see the makings of a science project growing on

Tonight I took the leash off my pen. At first it was frightened, looked up at me with confused eyes, tongue panting. Then I said,