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I Need to Do My Homework

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I Need to Do My Homework by Kenn Nesbitt

I need to do my homework.
I really shouldn’t wait.
If I don’t do it right away,
my homework will be late.

But first I’ll check my messages.
Oh, look, I got a text.
I probably should answer it,
then do my homework next.

My friend says there’s a video
I simply have to see.
I’ll watch it first,
and do my homework momentarily.

But now I’m feeling hungry, so
I guess I need a snack.
I’ll get myself a bite to eat
and then I’ll come right back.

Oh, hey, I just remembered
there’s a game I want to play.
Just twenty minutes won’t make
that much difference anyway.

I’d better do my homework now
and not procrastinate.
Except, oh no! It’s time for bed…
My homework will be late.


Saturday’s My Lazy Day

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Saturday's My Lazy Day by Kenn Nesbitt
Saturday’s my lazy day.
I sleep until it’s noon,
then stay in bed and play a game
or watch a new cartoon.

And then I like to read a book
or maybe take a nap,
or snuggle with my kitten when
she cuddles on my lap.

I’ll search around the internet.
I’ll fiddle with my phone.
It’s nice to have a lazy day
to goof off on my own.

There’s truly nothing better.
It’s what Saturdays are for.
I only wish my children would
stop banging on my door.

The Dog Ate Our Dinner

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The Dog Ate Our Dinner by Kenn Nesbitt

The table was set for Thanksgiving this year.
Our aunts and our uncles and cousins were here.
Our parents had put out our holiday feast,
and that’s when our doggy turned into a beast.

He jumped on the table and wolfed down the hams.
He polished off all the potatoes and yams.
He gobbled the turkey, the gravy, and greens,
then swallowed the stuffing and all the green beans.

He crammed down the cranberry sauce and the rolls,
and licked every morsel of food from the bowls.
And, when we at last got ahold of our dog,
his lips were still dripping with pie and eggnog.

It’s sort of a shame, but it’s totally clear
we’re going to have to be careful next year
if we want some pie or potatoes or meat,
since this year we only have dog food to eat.

I Dreamed it Was December

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I Dreamed it Was December by Kenn Nesbitt

I dreamed it was December
and the trees were draped in snow,
that Christmas would be coming;
just a few more weeks to go.

I dreamed we’d have a holiday,
a festive winter break.
We’d give each other presents
and we’d feast on pie and cake.

I dreamed we’d decorate the house
to celebrate the Yule.
And, best of all, we’d get
a little time away from school.

I dreamed I’d make a snowman
and go sliding on my sled.
But then I heard my mother saying,
“Wake up sleepyhead.”

I dreamed it was December
and would soon be New Year’s Day.
It stinks to have that dream
and then find out it’s only May.

Hip-Hop Christmas

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Hip-Hop Christmas by Kenn Nesbitt

The North Pole has a DJ.
His name is M.C. Kringle.
He loves to spin a record or
to sing a Christmas jingle.

He’ll b-boy on the dance floor
to disco, rap, and rock.
He’ll beatbox on the microphone,
then stop and pop and lock.

He likes to do the Robot.
He loves to rap a rhyme.
The elves and reindeer always watch
and stomp their feet in time.

They’ll wiggle to the rhythm.
You’ll sometimes see them clapping.
You see, his helpers make the gifts
but Santa does the rapping.

Our Holiday Shopping

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Our Holiday Shopping by Kenn Nesbitt

Our parents went holiday shopping online.
They ordered the presents and thought it was fine.
But, then, they forgot to turn off the computer,
and that’s when the baby, who couldn’t be cuter,
decided to play with the keyboard awhile.
She climbed up and pushed a few keys with a smile.

She bought a new blanket, a book, and a binkie,
a bottle, some blocks, and a sled, and a Slinky.
She ordered a dozen new puzzles and balls,
plus hundreds of teddy bears, diapers, and dolls.
And when she was done clicking keys for the day,
she giggled and got down and waddled away.

The cat came along and walked over the keys
and ordered some cat toys and treatments for fleas.
Our puppy jumped up and bought toys he could chew,
plus sweaters, and leashes, and tennis balls too.
And, lastly, our hamster sat down on the mouse,
and clicked to have everything shipped to our house.

The presents arrived just a day or two later.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything greater!
The drivers arrived and, before they were gone,
left thousands of packages out on our lawn.
It’s all so exciting, and will be until
our parents receive their next credit card bill.

It’s Winter Vacation

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It's Winter Vacation by Kenn Nesbitt

It’s winter vacation.
It’s time that you take
a couple of weeks for
a holiday break.

I hope that your house is
abounding with joy.
I hope that you get
a new game or new toy.

I hope you have plenty
of wonderful food,
and family around you
to brighten the mood.

I hope that you’re happy
and full of good cheer.
Enjoy your vacation.
I’ll see you next year!

On New Year’s Day

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On New Year's Day by Kenn Nesbitt

On New Year’s Day a year ago,
I kicked a rock and broke my toe.
Then February came around;
I slipped on ice and smacked the ground.

In March I tripped and skinned my knee.
In April, met an angry bee.
In May a baseball hit my hip.
In June I bit my lower lip.

I banged my elbow in July.
When August came, I poked my eye.
September, I fell out of bed.
October’s when I hurt my head.

November, had a nasty fall.
December, crashed into a wall.
So, you can truly not believe
how glad I am it’s New Year’s Eve.

Though, this year, I was so annoyed,
at least I know what to avoid
beginning January first.
Goodbye, last year. You were the worst.


The Book of Glue

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The Book of Glue by Kenn Nesbitt

I wrote a book, The Book of Glue,
a little while ago.
I’d love to let you read it but
I just can’t let it go.

If I could let you borrow it,
I promise I would do it,
except I can’t. See, that’s my story
and I’m sticking to it.

I Went to a Wishing Well

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I Went to a Wishing Well by Kenn Nesbitt

I went to a wishing well,
tossed in a penny,
and made a few wishes.
In fact, I made many.

I wished I were famous.
I wished I could fly.
I wished I were rich,
and a rock star or spy.

I wished for a robot
to do all my chores,
a dog that could talk,
and a few dinosaurs.

I wished for a dragon
and unicorn too.
Regrettably, none of
my wishes came true.

I made lots of wishes
but didn’t get any.
I guess, these days,
wishes cost more than a penny.

The Birds Are Chirping Happily

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The Birds Are Chirping Happily by Kenn Nesbitt

The birds are chirping happily.
The lizards love their song.
The worms are winding lazily
and slithering along.

The fish are blowing bubbles
while the crickets chirp and hop.
The mice are running ’round and ’round
and never seem to stop.

The turtles slowly stretch and yawn.
The ferrets jump and slide.
The guinea pigs are burrowing.
The snake slips side-to-side.

The bunnies bounce around their cage.
The ducklings dive and flap.
The hamsters and the hedgehogs
are relaxing with a nap.

Our teacher keeps so many pets.
It’s what she likes to do,
because, before she worked at school,
she used to run the zoo.

Our Classroom Is Covered in Sparkles

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Our Classroom Is Covered in Sparkles

Our classroom is covered in sparkles,
and tinsel that twinkles and shines.
The kids are all caked with confetti that glows
with glistening rainbow designs.

Our teacher is spattered with spangles.
She’s shimmering, shiny, and bright.
She looks like a disco ball burst overhead
and splashed her with speckles of light.

Our desks are all glimmering brightly.
The chairs and the carpets are gleaming.
There isn’t a surface inside of our room
that isn’t bedazzling and beaming.

Our janitor’s grumpy and grumbling.
To him it’s just that much more litter.
I guess that we shouldn’t share Valentine’s cards
in envelopes loaded with glitter.

My Grandma Bought a Rocking Chair

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My Grandma Bought a Rocking Chair by Kenn Nesbitt

My grandma bought a rocking chair
and mounted it on wheels.
She rides it all around the town
She loves the way it feels.

I’ve never seen her happier
than speeding down the hills
and jumping off of skateboard ramps
to demonstrate her skills.

Then grandma whoops and hollers
when her rocker catches air.
It’s fun to see her soaring
in her awesome rocking chair.

She’s not some kind of maniac.
She hasn’t lost control.
She got this chair because, you see,
she likes to rock and roll.

My Sloth Is Supersonic

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My Sloth Is Supersonic by Kenn Nesbitt

My sloth is supersonic
as she sprints around my room.
She flies so fast you’ll often hear her
cause a sonic boom.

My snail is also speedy.
He’s the fastest snail alive.
I’ve seen him flash right past me
when I’m going for a drive.

My turtle hurtles faster than
the record-breaking pace.
So, naturally, my sloth and snail
and turtle love to race.

A week ago, my pets were slow,
which leads me to conclude
they got this way the day
I started feeding them fast food.

Lost Inside a Labyrinth

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Lost Inside a Labyrinth by Kenn Nesbitt

I’m lost inside a labyrinth.
I’m stuck inside a maze.
I’m not sure how it happened but
I’ve been in here for days.

I should have paid attention
when I took that fateful turn
and stepped in absent-mindedly
without the least concern.

You see, what I had thought would be
an ordinary hike
is now a maze of twisty little
tunnels, all alike.

I’m looking left. I’m looking right.
I’m staring straight ahead,
but can’t decide which path to take.
It’s filling me with dread.

I’ve tried to find some kind of sign
that shows which way to go.
And, now that I’ve run into you,
I wonder if you know?

If we just work together,
I expect we’ll be okay.
So, if you have a moment,
won’t you help me find the way?


If You’re Swallowed by an Elephant

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If You're Swallowed by an Elephant by Kenn Nesbitt

If you’re swallowed by an elephant,
you need not be afraid.
When you’re sitting in his stomach,
don’t be nervous or dismayed.

You might wonder how it happened.
You might ask the reasons why.
But you won’t get any answers
and it doesn’t help to cry.

The solution here is simple;
there’s no need to scream and shout.
But, instead, just run around and ’round
until you’re all pooped out.

I’m Wearing My Parrot

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I'm Wearing My Parrot by Kenn Nesbitt

I’m wearing my parrot on top of my hair.
My snake’s in the sleeve of my shirt.
My lizard is lounging around on my pack.
My frog is attached to my skirt.

My grasshopper’s hopping on top on my socks.
My turtle is perched on my toes.
I dressed up this way since it’s St. Patrick’s Day,
and I don’t have any green clothes.

Tiny Todd the Turtle

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Tiny Todd the Turtle by Kenn Nesbitt

My turtle’s name is Tiny Todd.
He’s Tiny Todd the turtle.
And Tiny Todd the turtle’s favorite
game to play is Wordle.

He has to guess a random word
by typing on his phone.
He’s never lost a single game.
His record stands alone.

He starts it every morning
and he plays till late at night.
It always takes him all day long
to get the answer right.

He tries to play it fast, and yet
his pace is just a crawl,
since Tiny Todd the turtle’s
still a turtle after all.

My Brother Was Brought by a Bunny

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My Brother Was Brought by a Bunny by Kenn Nesbitt

My brother was brought by a bunny.
He came in a basket today
surrounded by candy and chocolates.
I’m shocked that he showed up this way.

And, somehow, he’s tinted with zigzags
and covered with colorful dots.
He’s stippled with sparkles and spangles.
He’s slathered with splashes and spots.

My brother’s as bright as a rainbow.
He’s yellow and purple and red.
And, strangely, I don’t see his stomach.
And, also, I can’t find his head.

I can’t find his back or his bottom.
I don’t see an arm or a leg.
It’s weird but, because I’m a chicken,
my brother arrived as an egg.

How to Eat a Chocolate Bunny

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How to Eat a Chocolate Bunny by Kenn Nesbitt

First, you take the chocolate bunny
and you nibble on his nose.
Then you bite his back and belly
and you taste his tail and toes.

Then you shovel down his shoulders
and you ruminate his rear.
Then you feast upon his face
before you eat an eye and ear.

Then you giggle like a goofball
just because it’s all so funny.
Then you tell your sister, “Sorry,”
since you ate her chocolate bunny.

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