Famous Papa Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Papa poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous papa poems. These examples illustrate what a famous papa poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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by
Edward Lear
L was a fine new Lamp;But when the wick was lit, Papa he said, "This Light ain't good!I cannot read a bit!" ...Read more of this...
by
Hilaire Belloc
Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason
"Oh murder! What was that, Papa!"
"My child, It was a Motor-Car,
A most Ingenious Toy!
Designed to Captivate and Charm
Much rather than to rouse Alarm
In any English Boy.
"What would your Great Grandfather who
Was Aide-de-Camp to General Brue,
And lost a leg at Waterloo,
And Quatre-Bras and Ligny too!
And died at Trafalgar!-
What...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
Q was a Quince that hungUpon a garden tree; Papa he brought it with him home,And ate it with his tea. ...Read more of this...
by
Andrew Barton Paterson
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep,
And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep,
Folds his fleecy flocks that linger homewards in the setting sun
Lived my hero, Jim the Ringer, "cocky" on Mylora Run.
Jimmy loved the super's daughter, Miss Amelia Jane McGrath.
Long and earnestly he sought her, but he feared...Read more of this...
by
John Matthew
You will realize this wisdom,
When you are my age, and experience,
Gained from being in vexing situations,
Yet, being out of it. You do the same,
There is a joy in detachment,
Forsaking instant pleasures, pains,
For things deeper and enduring.
Don’t be a slave to the work,
Of smart slave-drivers in cubicles,
Instead explore the works of men,
Who have experienced the truths,
And distilled in their words,...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
E was a little Egg,Upon the breakfast table; Papa came in and ate it upAs fast as he was able. ...Read more of this...
by
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Last summer, lazing by the sea,
I met a most entrancing creature,
Her black eyes quite bewildered me---
She had a Spanish cast of feature.
She often smoked a cigarette,
And did it in the cutest fashion.
Before a week passed by she set
My young heart in a raging passion.
I swore I loved her as my life,
I gave...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
O was an Owl who flewAll in the dark away, Papa said, "What an owl you are!Why don't you fly by day?" ...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
X was King Xerxes, whomPapa much wished to know; But this he could not do, becauseXerxes died long ago. ...Read more of this...
by
Robert William Service
I stood beside the silken rope,
Five dollars in my hand,
And waited in my patient hope
To sit anear the Band,
And hear the famous Louie play
The best hot trumpet of today.
And then a waiter loafing near
Says in a nasty tone:
"Old coon, we don't want darkies here,
Beat it before you're thrown."
So knowin' nothin' I could do
I...Read more of this...
by
Mother Goose
You shall have an apple,
YOU shall have a plum,
You shall have a rattle,
When papa comes home....Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
I was an Inkstand new,Papa he likes to use it; He keeps it in his pocket now,For fear that he should lose it. ...Read more of this...
by
Emily Dickinson
Papa above!
Regard a Mouse
O'erpowered by the Cat!
Reserve within thy kingdom
A "Mansion" for the Rat!
Snug in seraphic Cupboards
To nibble all the day
While unsuspecting Cycles
Wheel solemnly away!...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
J was some Apple Jam,Of which Papa ate part; But all the rest he took awayAnd stuffed into a tart. ...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
M was a dish of mince;It looked so good to eat! Papa, he quickly ate it up,And said, "This is a treat!" ...Read more of this...
by
Sidney Lanier
A Story of Christmas Eve.
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The Christmas Eve so bitterly!
But Wife, and Harry the four-year-old,
Big Charley, Nimblewits, and I,
Blithe as the wind was bitter, drew
More frontward of the mighty fire,
Where wise Newfoundland Fan foreknew
The heaven that Christian dogs desire --
Stretched o'er the rug, serene and grave,
Huge nose on heavy paws reclined,
With never a drowning...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
W was a Watch of Gold:It told the time of day, So that Papa knew when to come,And when to go away. ...Read more of this...
by
John Berryman
He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back.
He thought they was old friends. He felt on the stair
where her papa found them bare
they became familiar. When the papers were lost
rich with pals' secrets, he thought he had the knack
of ruin. Their paths crossed
and once they crossed in jail; they crossed in bed;
and over an unsigned letter their eyes met,
and...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
F was a little Fish.Cook in the river took it Papa said, "Cook! Cook! bring a dish!And, Cook! be quick and cook it!" ...Read more of this...
by
Mother Goose
When little Fred went to bed,
He always said his prayers;
He kissed mamma, and then papa,
And straightway went upstairs....Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
P was a little Pig,Went out to take a walk; Papa he said, "If Piggy dead,He'd all turn into Pork!" ...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
R was a Railway RugExtremely large and warm; Papa he wrapped it round his head,In a most dreadful storm. ...Read more of this...
by
G K Chesterton
John Grubby who was short and stout
And troubled with religious doubt,
Refused about the age of three
To sit upon the curate's knee;
(For so the eternal strife must rage
Between the spirit of the age
And Dogma, which, as is well known,
Does simply hate to be outgrown).
Grubby, the young idea that shoots,
Outgrew the ages...Read more of this...
by
Anne Sexton
Inside many of us
is a small old man
who wants to get out.
No bigger than a two-year-old
whom you'd call lamb chop
yet this one is old and malformed.
His head is okay
but the rest of him wasn't Sanforized?
He is a monster of despair.
He is all decay.
He speaks up as tiny as an earphone
with Truman's asexual voice:
I am your dwarf.
I am the enemy...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
B was a Bottle blue,Which was not very small; Papa he filled it full of beer, And then he drank it all. ...Read more of this...
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