41. When I Meet A Fairy
Though I have never, ever met a fairy,
I am quite certain that they exist.
I read about them every day in stories and poems,
So I know they’re living somewhere in our midst.
Though I have never, ever met a fairy,
I am quite certain that they exist.
I read about them every day in stories and poems,
So I know they’re living somewhere in our midst.
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I wish that spinach tasted like chocolate,
Instead of tasting sour and bitter.
I wish that candy bars were loaded with nutrition,
So that eating as many as I like would make me even fitter.
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If clouds were made of candyfloss.
If honey filled the seven seas.
If sand was made of sherbet.
If cupcakes grew on every tree.
I've a picture of Pluto,
My white spacesuit,
My robot Charlie,
My red moon-boots,
Add two times twenty-two,
To twelve and twenty more,
Take forty-five from fifty-five,
Add four by forty-four.
O, its bones may be colossal,
But the trouble with a fossil
Is that it doesn’t give a clue
As to the creature’s actual hue.
I just love the poem. I had been feeling a bit low, and then I read your poem and the world felt like a brighter place. Thank you.
Famous Poem
Come, my little one, with me!
There are wondrous sights to see
As the evening shadows fall;
In your pretty cap and gown,
Hadn't come across this one before. Not quite as good as "Wynken, Blynken and Nod," but excellent for the period and a precursor to more recent sleepy time travel poems and songs.
In darkest woods he wandered,
one moonless stormy night.
The tree limbs made him shiver
reaching out through lightning's light.
Great spooky writing! Halloween is one of my favorite holidays and I love to read Halloween/supernatural writing year round.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
Your candle light's bright.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
You shine bright through the night.
sumMer came
flowErs bloomed
playMates giggled
bOnfires lit
I am in speak but not in tell,
I am in whisper but not in yell,
I am in peel but not in bell,
And you’ll find me in spin as well as spell.
Wooden door; wide and creaky.
Sculking cat; snide and sneaky.
Skeletons; cold and clanky.
Madame Witch; old and cranky.
Famous Poem
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
Famous Poem
Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands.
I want to catch a poem,
But I’m not sure how.
I wish I knew when and where,
I could catch a poem right now.
I wear it everywhere I go,
In the sun or in the snow.
It changes colors every day.
Arrgh! I’m a pirate.
I sail salty seas,
searching for ships,
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Santa Claus is on his sleigh!
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Magic reindeer – up and away!
Hobgoblins and spellbinders,
Angels in rags,
Liar or truthteller,
Lacewitch or hag.