Best Nursery Poems

The mustard seed 

a wild mustard seed took flight 
carried aloft in gathering light 
over thistle'd sage and poppies  
in countless colorful copies

as brash rain showers subside 
the retreat of angry clouds abide
scolded by the Northern wind 
in search of infinity's final end

once barren hills, now painted gold
snow geese forage with fledgling fold ...

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Once, a long ways away, and a long time ago
Lived a wee little man with his silly pet crow;
And once every day, as the sun went to bed
The wee little man and the crow he called Ted
Would go through the woods on a nice little walk;
And while they walked through the woods, his pet crow...

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Jack and Jill went up the hill
With thoughts of making love
Jack hadn’t got a condom 
So cut a finger off Jill’s glove
The glove was far too small for him
And it didn’t fit his todger
Now they are proud parents
Of a baby they called Rodger!

1st October 2016

Another poem written after being inspired by Ilene Bauer's poem three...

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Window cleaning is my trade and I want to tell my story
Like the time I saw the Vicars wife in the bath in all her glory
Or when I saw the Vicar tied up, I thought there'd been a slaying
I called the police but it turned out, t'was a game that they were playing.

And Mrs Smith...

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oh come, my dear little wee one
      what a long, full day you've had
         this is the last that you'll see sun
   but please, now, don't you be sad

the sun, just like you, can be shy
    ...

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Mr. Mouse,
Mr. Mouse,
What are you doing,
In my house?

I smell cheese,
yummy cheese!
I would like some,
If you please?

One small bite,
Would bring delight,
Then I will leave,
Without a fight.

No cheese for you.
Just go, get, shoo!
You scared my mom,
And sister, too.

No cheese, in fact,
To stay intact,
You better run,
We have a cat!

4/11/21...

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                                    Lego in many fresh colours
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                 Is it true,
                 that reindeer can fly?

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Ride of the Scarecrow Clan

(To: Mittens) 

She was born in the corn on a cold misty morn,
the most beautiful cat on the farm.
(I must keep her from coming to harm!)
The most beautiful kitty inspired this ditty
with whiskers that whisper her charm,
wild white whiskers that whisper her charm. 

But the angels grew jealous, much too overzealous,
they...

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It was not long ago
By the reck'ning of things
You were yet a wee one
Yet under our wing-
Now you have grown up
Like snow follows Spring -
Now you're a Mother,
All Mothers must sing.

All Mothers must sing,
Though not always with voice;
'Tis a matter of Truth,
Not a question of Choice.
They sing with their hearts
They sing with their souls
They sing...

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Christopher Cricket
Lived out in a thicket
With his musical family

They slept by day
Each night they would play
At the Firefly Jamboree

A chorus of frogs
Encamped in the bogs
Would always accompany them

No need for a ticket
just come out and "kick it"
They will happily, welcome you in.


     Daniel Turner
       ...

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Mommy deemed the three-year-old me as an honour
Said that I should become a doctor
Stethoscope and thermometer are in her gift bag
To spark the zeal in me, she set to wave a green flag. 


Daddy came all running to put a hard-hat on my head
Said that I should become a builder like his dad
I'll be a...

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Penelopina Teena had a birthday today,
in faerie years she's a whopping 9008!
It's such a celebration as you have never seen
was held for this tiny white petite faerie queen.

A firefly has gifted her with the finest moon dust,
for faerie magic it's such powerful fine stuff.
Faerie chef Bengali Blue made fluffy cupcakes
with Venetian icing white, pink and...

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The beloved Queen of Hearts was a merry queen, who'd ever loved to bake;
Like confetti midnight stars, sparkling; or the yellow, noon sun, wide awake.

She baked myriad varieties of cookies, and delicious pies of different kinds;
And also scrumptious cakes, so divine. Like pure gold, tinted rainbows find.

The king had a cheerful disposition, too, but betimes...

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