Topic: Imaginary

Imaginative poems about imaginary things.

An Ordinary Day

There’s a dolphin on my doorstep.
It’s an ordinary day.
He’s delivering the paper
in his ordinary way.

There’s a bison in my bathtub
singing ordinary songs,
and some hippos having ordinary
hippo sing-alongs.

In the pantry there’s a penguin
painting ordinary scenes
of opposums in their ordinary
orange submarines.

There’s an ordinary rhino
racing up and down the stairs,
chasing ordinary chimpanzees
and ordinary bears.

In the living room are llamas
dancing ordinary jigs,
like a dozen rather ordinary
llama whirigigs.

It’s an ordinary day for me;
I promise you it’s true.
And I hope your day is simply
extra ordinary too.

I Went to School to Learn to Read

I went to school to learn to read,
but learned instead of trouts in tweed.
I thought they’d show us how to write.
They showed a fig could fly a kite.

Instead of having history class
we caught gorillas in a glass,
then didn’t learn arithmetic,
but watched as Tuesday did a trick.

We also skipped geography
to learn why eggs can disagree.
And then, instead of taking art,
we learned to take the air apart.

Instead of having science there,
we played with pigs with purple hair.
We learned to catch a savage chair
and why balloons are really square.

We learned the moon can eat the sun
and why bananas like to run.
It’s true, we may get nothing done,
but, boy, it sure is lots of fun.

A Fish in a Spaceship

A Fish in a Spaceship

A fish in a spaceship is flying through school.
A dinosaur’s dancing on top of a stool.
The library’s loaded with orange baboons,
in purple tuxedos with bows and balloons.

The pigs on the playground are having a race
while pencils parade in their linens and lace.
As camels do cartwheels and elephants fly,
bananas are baking a broccoli pie.

A hundred gorillas are painting the walls,
while robots on rockets careen through the halls.
Tomatoes are teaching in all of the classes.
Or maybe, just maybe, I need some new glasses.

Flower Girl

Sarah Sears to whoops and cheers
grew petunias from her ears.
Then with grace and savoir faire
sprouted tulips from her hair.
Next she smiled and struck a pose;
orchids blossomed from her nose,
and with unexpected skill,
she produced a daffodil.
Peonies and prairie rockets,
germinated from her pockets.
Poppies bloomed between her toes.
Pansies covered all her clothes.
This went on for hours and hours,
blooming petals, budding flowers,
’til her parents came and got her,
taking home their floral daughter,
where, with tears upon her face,
she threw out her empty vase.
Sarah sniffed and blew her nose;
all she wanted was a rose.

A Meloncholy Tale

Helen Melon fell in love
with little Jerry Berry.
Still, the two were much too young
to run away and marry.

Helen said “We can’t elope;
we only met in spring.
Let us wait ’til autumn,
and I’ll wear your wedding ring.

Through the summer Helen grew;
she gained a lot of weight.
Jerry just grew sweeter
up until their wedding date.

“Honey, do you?” Jerry asked her.
“Yes I do!” she cried.
“Man and wife,” declared the preacher.
“You may kiss the bride.”

Everyone could plainly see
the pair were so in love.
Jerry looked up to his bride
as she leaned from above.

Just one kiss was all they shared;
now love is her excuse,
why Helen Melon’s widowed
and Jerry Berry’s juice.

I Bought My Mom an Apple

I bought my mom an apple
but it wasn’t red or green;
it was more like bluish-purple
or some color in-between.

I wouldn’t call the blueberries
I bought her very blue;
they were rather reddish-orange
like a dark vermilion hue.

The oranges I got for her
weren’t orange as you’d think;
they were turquoise on the inside
and the outer peels were pink.

The strawberries I purchased
weren’t particularly red;
They were white with purple polka dots
and silver stripes instead.

I got all these by shopping
where I’d never shopped before.
That’s the last time I buy groceries
at the Rainbow Grocery Store!

Hot Water, Hot Water

Hot water, hot water.
Drink it by the cup.
If you drink it slowly
it will warm your body up.

Cold water, cold water.
Drink it by the liter.
If you drink too quickly
you will need to get a heater.

Spring water, spring water.
Drink it by the ounce.
Only drink a little bit
or else you’ll start to bounce.

Sing a Silly Dancing Song

Dance around your bedroom.
Dance around the moon.
Sing a silly dancing song
and ride a red balloon.

Ride it off to Venus.
Ride if off to Mars.
Sing a silly dancing song
and drift among the stars.

Drift upon a moonbeam.
Drift upon a cloud.
Sing a silly dancing song
and float above the crowd.

Float upon the ocean.
Float upon the deep.
Sing a silly dancing song
and sing yourself to sleep.

I Dreamed I Was Riding a Zebra

I dreamed I was riding a zebra
with curly pink hair on his head
and when I woke up in the morning
that zebra was there in my bed.

I rode into school on my zebra.
It caused all the teachers to scream.
But then I was slightly embarrassed
to find it was still just a dream.

I woke up again in my bedroom,
and saw with relief and a laugh
I don’t have a pink-headed zebra.
I guess I’ll just ride the giraffe.

Ignore the Red Rhinoceros

Ignore the red rhinoceros.
Forget he’s even there.
Pretend you cannot see him
wave his pom-poms in the air.

Dismiss his purple tutu
and his orange leotard.
If he begins to bossa nova,
pay him no regard.

Do not be disconcerted
by his color and his size,
and if he starts to shimmy
try to stifle your surprise.

Pay simply no attention
to that disco-dancing beast.
Just act as if you find him
not distracting in the least.

Though now and then he startles me
and sometimes makes me squrim,
I’ve practically forgotten
this peculiar pachyderm.

So try to do as I do:
think of something else instead.
Ignore the red rhinoceros
that’s dancing on my head.