Poetry for Kids - Poems

Today's My Favorite Holiday

Kenn Nesbitt — 2009-11-19-08:00

Today's My Favorite Holiday

Today's my favorite holiday,
a day to sing and dance and play,
a day to laugh and jump and run,
a day for having loads of fun.

Today's the day I celebrate.
I'm overjoyed. I'm feeling great!
I'll throw a party, have a ball,
invite a friend, invite them all!

We'll play a game. We'll play a sport.
We'll frolic, rollick, romp, cavort.
We'll celebrate all over town.
We'll party till the sun goes down.

Another favorite holiday
just happened only yesterday.
And, yes, tomorrow, strange but true,
will surely be my favorite too.

You want to know how there could be
so many holidays for me?
It's simple. See, to qualify
a day just has to end in "Y."

I Think My Dad is Dracula

Kenn Nesbitt — 2009-10-31-08:00

I Think My Dad is Dracula

I think my dad is Dracula.
I know that sounds insane,
but listen for a moment and
allow me to explain.

We don't live in a castle,
and we never sleep in caves.
But, still, there's something weird
about the way my dad behaves.

I never see him go out
in the daytime when it's light.
He sleeps all day till evening,
then he leaves the house at night.

He comes home in the morning
saying, "Man, I'm really dead!"
He kisses us goodnight, and then
by sunrise he's in bed.

My mom heard my suspicion
and she said, "You're not too swift.
Your father's not a vampire.
He just works the graveyard shift."

The Horsemen are Headless this Evening

Kenn Nesbitt — 2009-10-30-08:00

The Horsemen are Headless this Evening

The horsemen are headless this evening.
The werewolves are howling and hairy.
The mummies are rising from out of their crypts.
The vampires are equally scary.

The trolls are pugnacious and plodding.
The goblins are grinning and green.
The ogres are rabid and running amok.
The ghosts can just barely be seen.

The banshees are wailing and moaning.
The zombies are dragging their feet,
and gremlins engaging in mischievous fun
are dancing around in the street.

With such evil creatures abounding,
I don't know what I'm gonna do,
'cause Mom made my Halloween costume this year
and dressed me as Winnie-the-Pooh.

When Frankenstein Was Just a Kid

Kenn Nesbitt — 2009-10-29-08:00

When Frankenstein Was Just a Kid

When Frankenstein was just a kid,
he ate his greens. It's true. He did!
He ate his spinach, salads, peas,
asparagus, and foods like these,
and with each leaf and lima bean
his skin became a bit more green.

On chives and chard he loved to chew,
and Brussels sprouts and peppers too,
until he ate that fateful bean
that turned his skin completely green.
He turned all green, and stayed that way,
and now he frightens folks away.

Poor Frankenstein, his tale is sad,
but things need not have been so bad.
It's fair to say, if only he
had eaten much less celery,
avoided cabbage, ate no kale,
why, then, we'd have a different tale.

So, mom and dad, I'm here to say
please take these vegetables away
or my fate could be just as grim.
Yes, I could end up green like him.
So, mom and dad, before we dine,
please give a thought to Frankenstein.

There's a Witch Outside My Window

Kenn Nesbitt — 2009-10-28-08:00

There's a Witch Outside My Window

There's a witch outside my window
and she will not go away.
There's a gremlin on my doorstep
and I think he's there to stay.

There's a troll demanding candy
and a mummy wanting sweets.
There's a ghost, a ghoul, a goblin
and they're clamoring for treats.

And as if that weren't enough
to be considered rather shocking.
A vampire rang my doorbell
and the bogeyman is knocking.

My abode is now surrounded
by the recently deceased,
They're in search of gum and chocolate
on which they plan to feast.

It's the strangest situtation
that I think I've ever seen.
How I wish they'd go away
and just come back on Halloween.

The Monsters' Musical Contest

Kenn Nesbitt — 2009-10-27-08:00

The Monsters' Musical Contest

When the musical contest for monsters convened,
the Wolfman was howling and played like a fiend.
Then Dracula jammed, but flew into a rage
when Frankenstein's torch singing lit up the stage.

The Mummy, he rapped with the aid of a band,
but stopped when The Blob ate his microphone stand.
The Blob, by the way, also swallowed The Fly.
(I don't know why he swallowed The Fly.)

The Creature that came from that famous lagoon
was booed by the ghosts when he sang out of tune.
Dr. Jekyll had stage fright and ran off to hide,
while Igor sang love songs to Frankenstein's Bride.

The Thing did impressions. The Boogey-Man danced.
The Zombie just stood there, completely entranced.
The Invisible Man played his air guitar well,
but no one could see him so no one could tell.

They played through the night having oodles of fun,
but couldn't determine which monster had won.
And so they decided they'd have to convene
and do it again on the next Halloween.

Halloween Party

Kenn Nesbitt — 2009-10-25-08:00

Halloween Party

We're having a Halloween party at school.
I'm dressed up like Dracula. Man, I look cool!
I dyed my hair black and I cut off my bangs.
I'm wearing a cape and some fake plastic fangs.

I put on some makeup to paint my face white
like creatures that only come out in the night.
My fingernails, too, are all pointed and red.
There's no doubt I look like the evil undead.

My mom drops me off and I run into school
and suddenly feel like the world's biggest fool.
The other kids stare like I'm some kind of freak.
The Halloween party is not till next week.

I Grew a Foot this Summer

Kenn Nesbitt — 2009-08-31-08:00

I Grew a Foot this Summer

I grew a foot this summer
and I wish it wasn't true.
I'm not twelve inches taller,
I just need an extra shoe.

My Dog is Running Faster

Kenn Nesbitt — 2009-08-25-08:00

My Dog is Running Faster

My dog is running faster
than he's ever run before
in a supersonic circle
in the middle of the floor.

He started somewhat slowly
but he quickly gathered steam,
and continued gaining speed
until his spinning was extreme.

He's turned into a whirlwind,
like a funnel cloud of fog,
so it's hard to even focus on
my whirling dervish dog.

He's like a small tornado
or a canine hurricane.
Why it doesn't make him dizzy
I'm unable to explain.

I only know he has this
most unusual of traits,
and he loves to chase his tail around
while wearing roller skates.

Gordon's Garden

Kenn Nesbitt — 2009-08-24-08:00

Gordon's Garden

Gordon's garden's started growing
unexpected things,
and though it sounds unusual
they all have beaks and wings.

His garden grew a hummingbird,
a heron, and a hawk,
a pelican, a parakeet,
a pigeon, and an auk.

It grew a cuckoo and a crow,
an ostrich and an owl,
an eagle and an egret
and assorted other fowl.

A mockingbird, an oriole,
a chicken and a duck.
It's fun to watch his garden grow,
and chirp, and flap, and cluck.

It turns out growing gardens
full of birds is not so hard,
and Gordon got his crop
by planting birdseed in the yard.