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<title>My Dog Plays Invisible Frisbee</title>
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<description>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Dog Plays Invisible Frisbee&lt;/b&gt;

My dog plays invisible frisbee.
He catches invisible balls.
He rides an invisible skateboard.
He hurdles invisible walls.

My dog has perfected the practice
of doing invisible tricks.
He jumps with invisible jumpropes
and fetches invisible sticks.

He barks at invisible mailmen.
He growls at invisible cats.
He&#039;ll bring me invisible slippers
and even invisible hats.

He chases invisible squirrels
whenever we go for a jog.
He&#039;s clearly the greatest dog ever.
I love my invisible dog.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright &#169; 2009 Kenn Nesbitt.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved</description>
<dc:subject>Poetry for Kids</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Kenn Nesbitt</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2009-07-01-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>I Have a Triangular Kitten</title>
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<description>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Have a Triangular Kitten&lt;/b&gt;

I have a triangular kitten.
He has a triangular face.
He traipses triangular pathways
through any triangular space.

He plays with triangular cat toys.
He dreams of triangular fish.
He&#039;d like to try angling for tuna
to fill his triangular dish.

Whenever his relatives visit
he&#039;s pointedly pleasant and nice.
And, also, my kitten&#039;s unequaled
at catching triangular mice.

My kitten is clearly a cute one,
though often obtuse and oblique.
He hasn&#039;t a parallel out there.
He&#039;s plainly and flatly unique.

The point is we&#039;re right for each other.
He&#039;s simply the finest I&#039;ve found.
I like my triangular kitten.
I think that I&#039;ll keep him around.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright &#169; 2009 Kenn Nesbitt.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved</description>
<dc:subject>Poetry for Kids</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Kenn Nesbitt</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2009-06-30-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>Toby the Snowboarding Doberman</title>
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<description>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toby the Snowboarding Doberman&lt;/b&gt;

Toby the snowboarding Doberman Pinscher
is king of the freestyling dogs.
Toby can turn and McTwist in the halfpipe,
and ollie off boxes and logs.

No other Doberman&#039;s ever been known
who can slalom and slide on a rail.
Never before has a dog been discovered
to cartwheel and back-flip and flail.

Toby can even leap into the air
and then spin through a 360 flip.
Sadly his talents are never enough
that they&#039;ll win him a championship.

True, he&#039;s the world&#039;s only snowboarding Doberman,
still, I expect you&#039;ll agree,
no one has ever been given a prize
when they&#039;re stopping to sniff every tree.
&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright &#169; 2009 Kenn Nesbitt.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved</description>
<dc:subject>Poetry for Kids</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Kenn Nesbitt</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2009-06-28-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>While Lying On the Grass Today</title>
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<description>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;While Lying On the Grass Today&lt;/b&gt;

While lying on the grass today
and staring at the sky,
I saw the strangest animals
in clouds that drifted by.

I saw a cloud that looked just like
an elephant on skis.
Another one reminded me 
of dancing manatees.

I saw a duck on roller skates
play jump rope with a snake,
and monkeys in a monster truck
drive right into a lake.

I watched a bungie jumping cow,
and pigs on pogo sticks,
and beavers on their BMX bikes
doing gnarly tricks.

I spotted donkeys driving
demolition derby cars,
and spied a pride of lions
climbing giant monkey bars.

I even saw a surfing turkey
crash into a tree.
When you watch clouds go drifting by,
do you see what I see?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright &#169; 2009 Kenn Nesbitt.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved</description>
<dc:subject>Poetry for Kids</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Kenn Nesbitt</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2009-06-27-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>When Pigs Fly</title>
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<description>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Pigs Fly&lt;/b&gt;

I&#039;ve heard it said that pigs will fly
and someday soon they&#039;ll rule the sky.
That may sound strange but, if it&#039;s right,
I don&#039;t suppose they&#039;ll fly a kite.
I&#039;ll bet, instead, they&#039;ll have to train
so they can learn to fly a plane,
or join the Navy where they&#039;ll get
to learn to fly a fighter jet.

Or maybe they&#039;ll grow piggy wings,
or put on shoes with giant springs,
or fly in huge hot-air balloons,
or seaplanes with those big pontoons,
or biplanes like a flying ace,
or shuttles into outer space,
or rocket ships for trips to Mars,
or flying saucers to the stars.

However pigs decide to fly,
as long as they are way up high
and busy buzzing all around
instead of grunting on the ground,
I think it&#039;s safe to say I&#039;ll love
to see them soaring up above.
I&#039;m sure I won&#039;t be shocked or shaken.
Still, I&#039;ll prob&#039;ly miss the bacon.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright &#169; 2009 Kenn Nesbitt.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved</description>
<dc:subject>Poetry for Kids</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Kenn Nesbitt</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2009-06-22-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>Kitten Fight</title>
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<description>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kitten Fight&lt;/b&gt;

My cat had kittens recently.
Her litter&#039;s awfully cute.
I like to watch them wrestling.
I think it&#039;s such a hoot.

Her litter like to roll around.
They like to scratch and bite.
They kick each other constantly.
It&#039;s fun to watch them fight.

But, even so, I&#039;ll pick them up
and put them all to bed
the minute they start punching
one another in the head.

I&#039;m not concerned her kittens
couldn&#039;t take a couple knocks.
It&#039;s just that I don&#039;t like to watch
her kitty litter box.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright &#169; 2009 Kenn Nesbitt.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved</description>
<dc:subject>Poetry for Kids</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Kenn Nesbitt</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2009-06-21-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>When Rattlesnakes Wear Roller Skates</title>
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<description>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Rattlesnakes Wear Roller Skates&lt;/b&gt;

When rattlesnakes wear roller skates
it&#039;s quite a sight to see.
They figure skate in figure eights
enthusiastically.

They spin their partners round and round
and throw them through the air,
then swing them down around the ground
with fluidness and flair.

They slide and glide from side to side
revolving all the while.
They skip and flip and zoom and zip
with elegance and style.

But skates for snakes are big mistakes
for, as they loop and leap,
they always land like pretzels in
a tied and twisted heap.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright &#169; 2009 Kenn Nesbitt.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved</description>
<dc:subject>Poetry for Kids</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Kenn Nesbitt</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2009-06-19-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>I Bought Our Cat a Jetpack</title>
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<description>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Bought Our Cat a Jetpack&lt;/b&gt;

I bought our cat a jetpack
which I think she liked a lot.
She strapped it on and instantly
she took off like a shot.

She zoomed around my bedroom
then she blasted down the hall.
She ricocheted off every piece
of furniture and wall.

Our dog freaked out and ran away.
Our hamster squeaked and fled.
I even saw my sister hiding
underneath her bed.

Our cat is so fired up
I almost hate to break the news:
She&#039;ll never catch our mouse;
I bought him rocket powered shoes.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright &#169; 2009 Kenn Nesbitt.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved</description>
<dc:subject>Poetry for Kids</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Kenn Nesbitt</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2009-06-16-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>Frog Ball</title>
<link>http://www.poetry4kids.com/poem-484.html</link>
<description>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frog Ball&lt;/b&gt;

In summertime, and through the fall,
whenever frogs are playing ball,
it&#039;s normally a boring show,
for frogs do not know how to throw,
or bat, or steal, or slide, or run,
which means their games are never fun.

Instead, they simply sit around
the outfield and the pitcher&#039;s mound
and hope that someone hits the ball
and sends it sailing toward the wall,
for this should come as no surprise:
They&#039;re always good at catching flies.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright &#169; 2009 Kenn Nesbitt.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved</description>
<dc:subject>Poetry for Kids</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Kenn Nesbitt</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2009-06-15-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>Don't Ever Ask a Centipede</title>
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<description>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't Ever Ask a Centipede&lt;/b&gt;

Don&#039;t ever ask a centipede
to play a game of soccer.
Remember, he has 50 pairs
of sneakers in his locker.

He dribbles 50 soccer balls
with 50 pairs of shoes,
and kicks them all concurrently.
He doesn&#039;t often lose.

He&#039;s such a fierce competitor
that, if you ever meet,
at first you&#039;ll see his hundred legs
and then you&#039;ll see defeat.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright &#169; 2009 Kenn Nesbitt.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved</description>
<dc:subject>Poetry for Kids</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Kenn Nesbitt</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2009-06-11-08:00</dc:date>
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