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BE GLAD YOUR NOSE IS ON YOUR FACE Jack Prelutsky, 1940 Be glad your nose is on your face, not pasted on some other place, for if it were where it is not, you might dislike your nose a lot. Imagine if your precious nose were sandwiched in between your toes, that clearly would not…
CLOUDS Christina Rossetti, 1830 – 1894 White sheep, white sheep, On a blue hill, When the wind stops, You all stand still. When the wind blows, You walk away slow. White sheep, white sheep, Where do you go? Home
THE CROCODILE Lewis Carroll (1832 – 1898) How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws! Home
JABBERWOCKY By Lewis Caroll (1832-1898) ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths 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…
MY SHADOW By Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I…
THE EAGLE Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1809 – 1892 He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. Home
AT THE ZOO William Makepeace Thackeray, 1811 – 1863 First I saw the white bear, then I saw the black; Then I saw the camel with a hump upon his back; Then I saw the grey wolf, with mutton in his maw; Then I saw the wombat waddle in the straw; Then I saw the…
ANTAGONISH [I Met a Man who Wasn’t There] Hughes Mearns Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there He wasn’t there again today I wish, I wish he’d go away… When I came home last night at three The man was waiting there for me But when I looked around the hall…
SINCE HANNA MOVED AWAY Judith Viorst, 1931 The tires on my bike are flat. The sky is grouchy gray. At least it sure feels like that Since Hanna moved away. Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes. December’s come to stay. They’ve taken back the Mays and Junes Since Hanna moved away. Flowers smell like halibut.…
THE PURPLE COW Gelett Burgess I never saw a Purple Cow, I never hope to see one, But I can tell you, anyhow, I’d rather see than be one! Home