Reading Level: Grade 4

Poems suitable for reading by 9-10 year olds.

Noah Lott

Noah Lott is awfully smart
and loves to share his knowledge.
He’s only in the second grade
but ought to be in college.

His brain is like a dictionary
or encyclopedia.
His photographic memory
is also multimedia.

Our teacher thinks he’s wonderful.
She showers him with praise.
On every test and every quiz
she always gives him A’s.

But students, on the otherhand,
consider him a nerd.
We think the things he knows
are more than just a bit absurd.

He bores us all with endless lists
of truly useless trivia,
like names of craters on the moon
and insects in Bolivia.

It’s probably emabarrassing
to know as much as him,
but not as bad as being
just a little bit too dim.

Like when the teacher calls on me
and I say “I forgot.”
I wish that I could be
a little more like Noah Lott.

Pansy P. Petunia

I’m Pansy P. Petunia
and I never take a shower.
There isn’t any need because
I smell just like a flower.

My breath smells like forget-me-nots.
My burps smell like impatiens.
My armpits smell like daisies
and my feet smell like carnations.

But what is most impressive,
and should tickle many noses,
is if I ever “cut the cheese”
it makes me smell like roses.

But maybe I’m mistaken
and could use a bath today,
’cause everyone who smells me
holds their nose and runs away!

At Standing Still I Have a Skill

At standing still I have a skill
that truly is unique.
At sleeping I’m unquestionably
on a winning streak.

At lying down I’m unsurpassed;
I’m simply undefeated.
At sitting I’m the reigning champ;
I’ll never be unseated.

At drifting in a daydream
it is obvious I’m blessed.
At staring at the TV
I’m undoubtedly the best.

At doing nothing
I am even better than you’d think.
At everything besides that, though,
I’d have to say: I stink.

I hope someday I’ll maybe learn
another kind of skill.
Until then I’m content to be
the best at standing still.

A Sad and Lonely Cyclops

I’m a sad and lonely Cyclops.
I am so misunderstood.
Though I probably look fearsome
I am actually good.

I’m as harmless as a kitten.
No, I wouldn’t hurt a fly,
But my neighbors think I’m monstrous
with my solitary eye.

So they laugh at me and tease me
and they often call me names,
plus they won’t let me participate
in their Olympic games.

They won’t let me join their practices
or even watch a tryout.
So I sit at home and sniffle
and I sadly cry my eye out.

Pet Shopping

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While shopping at the pet store
I got my fondest wish.
I bought myself a fish bowl
and then a pair of fish.

And since I was already
out shopping at the store
I thought I ought to purchase
another smidgen more.

And so I got a rabbit,
a hamster and a frog,
a gerbil and a turtle,
a parrot and a dog.

I purchased an iguana,
a tortoise and a rat,
an eight-foot anaconda,
a monkey and a cat.

A guinea pig, a gecko,
a ferret and a mouse,
and had them all delivered,
directly to my house.

My sister went berzerko!
She’s now installing locks,
because I said her bedroom
would be their litter box!

My Senses All are Backward

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My senses all are backward
and it really makes me wonder
if on the day that I was born
somebody made a blunder.

For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you’d call the worst.

I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I love the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.

I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I’m crazy over liver.

I’m not too fond of music
but there’s simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little babies crying.

I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.

I hate the look of anything
that’s really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.

So let me tell you one more thing
before I have to go:
I think YOU are the most attractive
person that I know.

Spinach is One of My Favorite Foods

Oh, spinach is one of my favorite foods;
I savor each wonderful bite.
I eat it each day
served up every which way.
I also enjoy it at night.

And yes, I like sauerkraut, turnips and leeks,
and all kinds of peppers and shoots.
I think that the beet,
is just perfect to eat
like all other vegetable roots.

I love every leaf, every seed, every sprout;
Each plant in the vegetable phylum.
I like to consume
them right here in my room
at the lunatic mental asylum.

Double Danny

My name is Double Danny and
I always do things twice.
I’m completely double-jointed
and I’m double doggone nice.

When I see a double feature,
I prefer to double date.
I arrive there double early
and I leave there double late.

I like double talking, double-time,
and doing double takes.
I wear double-breasted jackets,
and eat double-layered cakes.

When it comes to doing homework though,
I’m not a double dunce.
For I’ve got a double standard,
and I only do it once.

How Not to Play With Your Food

Don’t play baseball with your Brussels sprouts
or tennis with tomatoes.
Don’t play soccer with your succotash
or ping-pong with potatoes.

Don’t play hockey with your hot dogs.
Don’t go bowling with your beans.
Don’t play racquetball with rump roast.
Don’t play tag with tangerines.

When you’re sitting at the table
just enjoy your mother’s cooking,
and refrain from playing with your food,
except when no one’s looking.

Hitting Rules

My brother isn’t very nice,
he’s cruel as can be,
And so my parents made some rules
to stop him hitting me.
He’s not supposed to wallop me.
He cannot punch or whack.
He must not slap, tap, beat, prod, poke,
nor slam, strike, knock, thump, crack.
My parents made so many rules
to try to stop his fighting.
I wish they’d make just one more rule,
preventing him from biting.