Reading Level: Grade 2

Poems suitable for reading by 7-8 year olds.

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 Had a Little Secret

I had a little secret
and I told a friend of mine.
I made her promise not to tell.
I thought it would be fine.

But then she told somebody else
and they told someone too.
Then each of them told others,
and it grew, and grew, and grew.

Then someone posted it online.
It blossomed like a spiral.
The next thing that I knew,
my secret went completely viral.

It made the rounds on Instagram,
YouTube, and Twitter too.
It wasn’t very long at all
till everybody knew.

So now my secret’s everywhere
for all the world to see.
I’m guessing that’s the last one
that you’ll ever share with me.

Minecraft Mike

Hello, my friends. My name is Mike.
I never hike or ride a bike.
You see, the only thing I like
is playing lots of Minecraft.

I never run, or climb a tree,
or sail a ship across the sea.
Why, I don’t even watch TV.
I just play lots of Minecraft.

I don’t play sports of any sorts,
on basketball or tennis courts,
in training shoes and running shorts.
I’m only good at Minecraft.

You’ll never see me pet the cat,
or shop online to buy a hat,
or instant message, text, or chat.
I’m busy playing Minecraft.

In fact, I’m busy as can be,
so if you’d like to talk to me,
there’s just one way, and that, you see,
is multiplayer Minecraft.

Billy

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A fellow known as Billy,
was living on a hill. He
had something of a skill. He
would ski to get a thrill. He
went skiing one day till he
had something of a spill. He
went plummeting downhill. He
was screaming sort of shrilly,
and tumbling until he
at last was lying still. He
was looking rather ill. He
was green around the gill. He
was also rather chilly,
but couldn’t get his fill. He
went right back up the hill. He
is skiing up there still. He
may seem a little silly,
but that’s what happened.
Really.

Hammering a Nail

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Tommy saw a nail today.
He hit it with a hammer.
Everyone for miles around
heard him shriek and yammer.

Tommy saw a nail today.
And now he knows it’s dumb
to hammer on a nail that’s
connected to your thumb.

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Love Sick

I’m feeling sick.
My face is red.
I’m dazed and dizzy
in my head.
I think I need to
stay in bed
at least about a week.

My stomach’s tied
in awful knots.
I’m breaking out
with purple spots.
I’m seeing stars
and lots of dots.
I feel like I should shriek.

I don’t know what
to do or say.
I’d never ever
felt this way,
until today
when Anna-Kay
kissed me on the cheek.

Carl the Cookie Carrier

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I’m Carl the Cookie Carrier.
I carry cookies well.
I carry ones with chocolate chips
and ones with caramel.

I transport tea cakes tactfully.
With wafers I’m an ace.
My gift for lifting biscuits
is the ultimate in grace.

I’m skilled with Scottish shortbread.
With digestives I’m the best.
With gingersnaps I have no lapse.
It’s obvious I’m blessed.

I’m masterful with macaroons
and snickerdoodles too.
I’ll haul them all regardless
if they’re pink or green or blue.

And when I carry cookies,
I eat only one or two.
So I have just one question…
May I carry yours for you?

I Went to the Gym

I went the the gym.
I lifted a weight.
My muscles got bigger.
It felt really great.
I hoisted another,
a heavier one.
I got even stronger.
I thought it was fun.
I wandered outside where
I bent a steel bar.
I pulled up a park bench
and carried a car.
I picked up a truck
and then set out to try
to boost a big building
I spotted nearby.
So now I’m in jail, with
my muscles to thank.
I probably shouldn’t have
held up that bank.

The Weather Is Perfect for Running

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The weather is perfect for running.
I think that I’ll go for a jog.
Except I’m a little bit tired,
so maybe I’ll just walk the dog.

But he seems too hyper for walking.
He looks kind of hard to control.
So maybe I’ll leave him at home,
and go for a leisurely stroll.

But all of my socks are too dirty,
and all of my shoes are untied.
So maybe I’ll sit on the front porch.
Or maybe I’ll just stay inside.

I see that my kitten is purring,
and wants to curl up on my lap.
It wouldn’t be right to prevent her
from getting her afternoon nap.

It’s comfortable here on the sofa.
My pillows are cozy and deep.
The weather is perfect for running.
So that’s why I’m going to sleep.