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A Mother Goose Thanksgiving

Funny Thanksgiving Nursery Rhymes

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Mary had a little yam,
with stuffing, gravy, pie and ham.
Now Mary isn’t any thinner.
Welcome to Thanksgiving dinner.

Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie
made you one enormous guy.
After eating two desserts
you may need some bigger shirts.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
His spring and his summer were lousy, I fear,
but autumn is always his best time of year.

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son Burt.
Thought three pies made a nice dessert.
Had to loosen up his belt.
Liked how it tasted, but not how it felt.

Little Boy Blue, don’t blow your horn.
Just finish your turkey and eat all your corn.
It’s making us mental and slightly unstable,
you blowing your horn at the dining room table.

Little Miss Muffet
got up from her tuffet
and shouted, on Thanksgiving Day,
“Please bring on the yams
and potatoes and hams!
I’m sick of these curds and this whey!”

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater
says they’re better when they’re sweeter.
It should come as no surprise
Peter just eats pumpkin pies.

Yankee Doodle went to town
riding on a turkey,
and sold it to the factory
where they make the turkey jerky.

Jack be nimble.
Jack be spry.
Jack jumped over the
apple pie.
I assure you
he’d get hurt
if he stepped on
my dessert.

Hey diddle, diddle,
go heat up the griddle.
Your mother’s a cooking beginner.
The turkey is burning
because she’s still learning
so we’re having pancakes for dinner.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 3

 


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