Reading Level: Grade 3

Poems suitable for reading by 8-9 year olds.

I Left Our Rhino in the Rain

I left our rhino in the rain;
all night he’s been outside.
The rain has soaked him to the bone,
right through his rhino hide.

He’s my responsibility.
My folks said, “Don’t forget…”
But somehow I neglected him,
and now he’s soaking wet.

And both my folks are all upset
and feel I can’t be trusted.
I left our rhino in the rain,
and he rhinocerusted.

No More Water

Both my parents told me not to,
but I did it anyway.
Now our water tank is empty
and the well ran dry today.

Not a drop is in the reservoir.
The lake’s completely dry.
Everybody’s getting thirstier
and I’m the reason why.

All the rivers are depleted.
All the streams no longer flow.
All the seas and all the oceans
are devoid of H20.

No there isn’t any water,
not a drop is left to drink,
’cause I left the faucet running
and it all went down the sink.

Mithing Tooth


I’m having trouble thpeaking,
thinthe I lotht my middle tooth.
Jutht yethterday my tooth wath fine —
today it wiggled loothe.

At firtht I thought it thilly,
when my tooth fell out today,
But no one theems to underthtand
a thingle word I thay.

I athked my mom to clothe the door,
she thaid “That would be rude.
The door does not like wearing clothes;
it’s happy in the nude.”

I thaid a mouthe wath in my room
and she should come and thee.
She thaid “your mouth is on your face;
it’s right where it should be.”

I wonder if you underthtand
the thircumthtanthe I’m in.
I told her I wath feeling thick.
She thaid “you’re looking thin.”

At latht she thaw how mad I wath,
And thought I might thtop breathing.
She laughed and thaid she didn’t mean it —
She wath only teething.

My Foot Fell Asleep

My foot fell asleep
right inside of my shoe
from sitting around
having nothing to do.
It hadn’t drank warm milk
nor tried to count sheep;
it just wasn’t busy,
and fell right asleep.

You see, in my shoe
it gets lonely and boring,
which made my foot sleepy,
and soon it was snoring.
My foot snored so loudly
my shoe began flapping.
But it didn’t notice —
it kept right on napping!

It slept through the morning
and most of the day,
despite that my other foot
wanted to play.
It took a siesta.
It slumbered inert.
It nodded through dinner.
It dozed through dessert.

Now I’m in my bed
and I’ve been up all night.
I’m trying to sleep,
although try as I might,
my foot slept all day
(what a foolish mistake!)
now I can’t fall asleep
’cause my foot’s wide awake!


My name is Rumplestiltskin.
My parents thought it cute.
They said “He needs a MASSIVE name
because he’s so minute.”

They never once considered
that they could have named me Jim.
They didn’t say, “A name like Bob
is suitable for him.”

They never thought to call me Max
or Josh or Jake or Jack,
or Mike or Bill or Sam or Tom
or Pete or Dan or Zack.

So here I am in second grade
the saddest kid in school,
for everyone makes fun of me;
they tease and ridicule.

They laugh at me and call me names
and treat me like a chump.
It’s hard to be a kid in school
whose name begins with “Rump.”