Reading Level: Grade 3

Poems suitable for reading by 8-9 year olds.

I Made a New Password

I made a new password
That no one could guess.
It’s long and confusing
And truly a mess.

It has random letters
and numbers galore,
with dozens of symbols
and spaces and more.

My password is perfect,
completely secure,
and no one will break it;
of that I am sure.

It’s flawless and foolproof.
I don’t have a doubt.
But, whoops! I forgot it
and now I’m locked out.

Rosy the Dozer

Rosy the Dozer
was driving one day
but didn’t see all
of the mud in her way.

So Rosy the Dozer
got stuck in the mud.
Her treads became crusty
and covered with crud.

She tried to get out
but her treads only spun.
“Oh dear,” muttered Rosy,
“This isn’t much fun.”

She let out a moan
and a sad little yelp,
then sat down and waited
for someone to help.

Grumpy the Dump Truck
came rumbling on by,
but said, “I can’t help you.
I’m sure you see why.

“My skill is in hauling
and dumping big loads
of dirt, rocks, and gravel,
for building new roads.”

Mimi the Steamroller
wandered by next.
She looked at the mud
but was plainly perplexed.

She said, “I’m an expert
at making things flat.
But pulling you out?
I can’t help you with that.”

Corky the Forklift
was next on the list.
He said, “I’m afraid
I’ve no way to assist.

“I’d help you to carry
a carton or crate.
But someone will help you.
You just need to wait.”

Then Cody the Tow Truck
saw Rosy was stuck.
He said, “I can help you
get out of that muck.

“That’s just what us tow trucks
are waiting to do.
There’s nobody better
to do this for you.”

So Cody the Tow Truck
helped Rosy get free,
and Rosy cried, “Thank you
for stopping for me.”

Now Rosy the Dozer
is someone who knows
to always be careful
wherever she goes.

She keeps her eyes open.
She watches for muck.
And that was the last time
she ever got stuck.

My Virtual Puppy

I purchased a virtual puppy.
He lives in an app on my phone.
He digs in a virtual garden
to bury a virtual bone.

I feed him with virtual dog food.
I’m teaching him virtual tricks,
like giving me virtual handshakes
and fetching his virtual sticks.

He naps on a virtual sofa.
He likes to chase virtual cats.
Whenever he’s good I reward him
with virtual dog treats and pats.

He’ll bring me the virtual paper.
He’ll chew on a virtual shoe.
There’s only one virtual problem.
I clean up his virtual poo.

Wendy Wise


There was a girl named Wendy Wise,
who didn’t like to exercise.
She wouldn’t ever lift a weight,
or skip a rope, or roller skate.
You’d never see her ride a bike,
or bounce a ball, or take a hike.
She wouldn’t run, or trot, or jog,
or go outside and walk the dog.
She wouldn’t skip or climb a hill,
or practice any kind of skill
like jumping rope or playing ball.
She wouldn’t exercise at all.

It’s no surprise that Wendy Wise,
who didn’t like to exercise,
would pass away one fateful day,
and in a rather tragic way.
You see, that day, up in the sky,
a tiny bird was flying by.
It lost a feather, small and brown,
that slowly, slowly, drifted down,
and landed right on Wendy’s head.
It knocked her down and killed her dead.
She was, it seems, so frail and weak,
with such a sickly, sad physique
that, when that feather touched her hair,
it did her in, right then and there.

Poor Wendy! What an awful shame.
If only she had played a game,
or went outside to run around,
or practiced jumping up and down,
or had a swim, or took a dive,
today she might still be alive.

Regrettably, it’s now too late,
and Wendy Wise has met her fate.
But I, my friend, would much prefer
that you do not end up like her.
So please go out and play a game,
because, you see, despite her name,
to never, ever exercise
like Wendy, isn’t very wise.

My Brother Ate My Smartphone

My brother ate my smartphone.
Although it might sound strange,
he swallowed it and, bit by bit,
his brains began to change.

He started getting smarter.
He grew so shrewd and wise.
And I could see that, suddenly,
a light was in his eyes.

He knew as much as Google.
His IQ was off the charts.
I’d never seen someone so keen,
with such astounding smarts.

He solved the toughest problems
with simplicity and ease,
and calculated answers
with unrivaled expertise.

It seems he’s now a genius,
a perfect brainiac.
But I don’t care, or think it’s fair.
I want my smartphone back.

Our Teacher Likes Minecraft

Our Teacher Likes Minecraft

Our teacher likes Minecraft.
She plays it all day.
She tells us to study
so she can go play.

She’ll dig in her mine,
going deeper and deeper,
then fight off a skeleton,
zombie, or creeper.

She’ll engineer buildings
from dirt, wood, and stone,
then go out exploring
the landscape alone.

She’ll build and collect and
she’ll run, jump, and swing.
There’s only one problem…
we don’t learn a thing.

Pimple Problem


I had a little problem.
It gave me quite a scare.
I looked into the mirror
and saw a pimple there.

That pimple was enormous
and growing on my nose,
both bigger than a button,
and redder than a rose.

I knew my friends would notice.
I thought that they would stare.
I figured they would laugh at me
to see that pimple there.

So that’s when I decided
I would give them a surprise.
I grabbed a pen and drew on it
two tiny little eyes.

I drew a nose, a mouth, two ears,
a mustache, and a beard,
to make my pimple obvious
and wonderful and weird.

My drawing was a winner
and a hit with every friend.
Now painting on our pimples
is the hottest fashion trend.

I Got Some Hot Sauce in My Eye

I Got Some Hot Sauce in My Eye
I got some hot sauce in my eye.
It caused a painful tear.
I showed it to my mom and she said,
“That’s a bad eye, dear.”

My Frog Recycles All His Trash

My frog recycles all his trash.
He eats organic food.
He cares for the environment.
He’s quite the hipster dude.

Reduce, reuse, recycle
is the motto of my frog.
He drives a solar-powered car
to cut back on the smog.

He helps endangered species and
opposes climate change.
He knows that, since he’s just a frog,
this might seem kind of strange.

But still he does his very best
to keep our planet clean.
He thinks it’s only natural.
He’s proud of being green.

I Tried to Do My Homework

I tried to do my homework
but a show was on TV.
A song was on the radio.
A friend was texting me.

My email chimed, and so, of course,
I had to look at that.
It linked me to a video
of someone’s silly cat.

I watched a dozen videos,
and then I played a game.
I almost didn’t hear her
when my mother called my name.

I looked up at the clock
and it was time to go to bed.
I didn’t get my homework done;
just other stuff instead.

I hope my teacher listens
to the cause of my inaction.
It’s really not my fault the world
is just one big distraction.