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  1. 61. Candy Andy

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    Candy Andy enjoys candy so much that he tries to find any way to get it.

    Hello, my name is Andy.
    I’m a fan of eating candy.
    It’s delicious and it’s dandy,
    and my favorite thing to eat.

    When I want some sweets for eating,
    I’ll be at your door repeating
    that fantastic, famous greeting…
    I’ll be shouting, “Trick or treat!”

    I’ll be dressed up like a mummy,
    out in search of something yummy,
    like a chocolate bar or gummi.
    I’ll be marching door-to-door.

    And, as long as you have dishes
    full of candy so delicious
    it can satisfy my wishes,
    I’ll keep coming back for more.

    You might think I’m being sneaky,
    or perhaps a little cheeky,
    and some people say it’s freaky,
    and they often ask me why…

    And they tell me that it’s cheating
    to be on their doorstep beating
    on the front door, trick-or-treating,
    in the middle of July.

    “Candy Andy” copyright © 2021 Kenn Nesbitt. All Rights Reserved. Reprinted by permission of the author. www.poetry4kids.com

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  3. 62. My Bed Is A Boat

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    In Robert Louis Stevenson's "My Bed Is A Boat," the poet playfully compares his bed to a little boat. With the help of his nurse, he gets ready for bedtime, donning his sailor's coat. As he closes his eyes, he imagines sailing away, leaving behind the world behind. Sometimes, he takes items to bed, just as sailors would bring supplies. However, when morning comes, he finds himself back in his room, with his bed acting as a steadfast vessel beside the pier. Stevenson's poem captures the imagination and whimsy of bedtime adventures in a concise and delightful manner.

    My bed is like a little boat;
        Nurse helps me in when I embark;
    She girds me in my sailor's coat
        And starts me in the dark.

    At night, I go on board and say
        Good night to all my friends on shore;
    I shut my eyes and sail away
        And see and hear no more.

    And sometimes things to bed I take,
        As prudent sailors have to do;
    Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,
        Perhaps a toy or two.

    All night across the dark we steer;
        But when the day returns at last,
    Safe in my room, beside the pier,
        I find my vessel fast.

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