LOVE MY POETRY

LOVE MY POETRY

Saturday, February 6, 2010

FOR CHILDREN...

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

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Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy was he??

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Peper Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick

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A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk, but the stump thunk the skunk stunk.

Six slippery snails slid slowly seaward.

A tutor who tooted the flute
Tried to tutor two tooters to toot.
Said the two to the tutor:
“Is it harder to toot or
To tutor two tooters to toot?”


How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?


The big black bug bleed black blood

Ruber baby buggy bumpers

She sells seashells on the seashore.
The shells she sells are seashells, I’m sure.





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Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all.

He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

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