Famous My Mother Poems by Famous Poets

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Jerry Hall

by Mother Goose
Jerry Hall, he was so small,
A rat could eat him, hat and all....Read more of this...

To My Mother

by Edgar Allan Poe
 Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother- my own...Read more of this...

Tommy Snooks

by Mother Goose
As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
  Were walking out one Sunday,
Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
  "Wilt marry me on Monday?"...Read more of this...

Dame Trot And Her Cat

by Mother Goose
Dame Trot and her cat
  Led a peaceable life,
When they were not troubled
  With other folks' strife.

When Dame had her dinner
  Pussy would wait,
And was sure to receive
  A nice piece from her plate....Read more of this...

A Difficult Rhyme

by Mother Goose
What is the rhyme for porringer?
The king he had a daughter fair,
And gave the Prince of Orange her....Read more of this...

T'Other Little Tune

by Mother Goose
I won't be my father's Jack,
  I won't be my father's Jill;
I will be the fiddler's wife,
  And have music when I will.
      T'other little tune,
      T'other little tune,
      Prithee, Love, play me
      T'other little tune....Read more of this...

An Equal

by Mother Goose
Read my riddle, I pray.
What God never sees,
What the king seldom sees,
What we see every day....Read more of this...

That's All

by Mother Goose
There was an old woman sat spinning,
And that's the first beginning;

She had a calf,
And that's half;

She took it by the tail,
And threw it over the wall,
And that's all!...Read more of this...

Lengthening Days

by Mother Goose
As the days grow longer
The storms grow stronger....Read more of this...

Pretty John Watts

by Mother Goose
  Pretty John Watts,
  We are troubled with rats.
Will you drive them out of the house?
  We have mice, too, in plenty,
  That feast in the pantry,
  But let them stay
  And nibble away,
What harm in a little brown mouse?...Read more of this...

A Walnut

by Mother Goose
As soft as silk, as white as milk,
As bitter as gall, a strong wall,
And a green coat covers me all....Read more of this...

Bandy Legs

by Mother Goose
As I was going to sell my eggs
I met a man with bandy legs,
Bandy legs and crooked toes;
I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose....Read more of this...

Hot Boiled Beans

by Mother Goose
Ladies and gentlemen come to supper--
Hot boiled beans and very good butter....Read more of this...

Mary's Canary

by Mother Goose
Mary had a pretty bird,
  Feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs--upon my word
  He was a pretty fellow!

The sweetest note he always sung,
  Which much delighted Mary.
She often, where the cage was hung,
  Sat hearing her canary....Read more of this...

Ride Away, Ride Away

by Mother Goose
Ride away, ride away,
  Johnny shall ride,
And he shall have pussy-cat
  Tied to one side;
And he shall have little dog
  Tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride
  To see his grandmother....Read more of this...

My Love

by Mother Goose
Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market?
  A peck of meal upon her back,
  A babby in her basket;
Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market?...Read more of this...

Mother Doesn't Want a Dog

by Judith Viorst
Mother doesn't want a dog.Mother says they smell,And never sit when you say sit,Or even when you yell.And when you come home late at nightAnd there is ice and snow,You have to go back out becauseThe dumb dog has to go.Mother doesn't want a dog.Mother says they shed,And always let the strangers inAnd bark at friends instead,And do disgraceful things...Read more of this...

To Mother

by Marina Tsvetaeva
 In the old Strauss waltz for the first time 
We had listened to your quiet call, 
Since then all the living things are alien 
And the knocking of the clock consoles. 

We, like you, are gladly greeting sunsets, 
And are drunk on nearness of the end. 
All, with which on better nights we're wealthy 
Is put in the hearts...Read more of this...

The Black Hen

by Mother Goose
Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay....Read more of this...

The Song Of The Old Mother

by William Butler Yeats
 I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;
And then I must scrub and bake and sweep
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
And the young lie long and dream in their bed
Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head,
And their day goes over in idleness,
And they sigh if...Read more of this...

Mother and Babe

by Walt Whitman
 I SEE the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother; 
The sleeping mother and babe—hush’d, I study them long and long....Read more of this...

Needles And Pins

by Mother Goose
Needles and pins, needles and pins,
When a man marries his trouble begins....Read more of this...

Old Mother Hubbard

by Mother Goose
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
  To give her poor dog a bone;
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
  And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the baker's
  To buy him some bread;
When she came back
  The dog was dead.

She went to the undertaker's
  To buy him a coffin;
When she got back
...Read more of this...

Goosey, Goosey, Gander

by Mother Goose
Goosey, goosey, gander,
  Whither dost thou wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
  And in my lady's chamber.

There I met an old man
  Who wouldn't say his prayers;
I took him by the left leg,
  And threw him down the stairs....Read more of this...

Bees

by Mother Goose
A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly....Read more of this...

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