Nursery Poems - Poems about Nursery

A Rich Rhyme

Louis Watson loved well made, toy ships, and had a fine collection,
Since father was a sailor himself. Like aged wind's novel directions.

Louis loved sailing toy ships on Crystal Pond, like gaiety filled youth.
He'd pretend they sailed on open seas, laden with candies and fruit!

His family lived on the edge of town, beneath pink-beige starlight,
Looming as

Rowing Through The Pain

Rowing Through The Pain

Row, Row, Row your boat gently down the stream
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily life is but a dream

Row, Row, Row your boat why can’t I scream
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily perfections not how it seems

Row, Row, Row your boat forever never ends
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily my pain never mends

Over, Over, Over again until I

His Constant Companion

Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn.

Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years,
Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears!

Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing,

Three Four, Under the Floor

One, two,
I think I'm through; 
Three, four,
under the floor; 
Five, six, 
I'm in a fix;
Seven, eight,
he met his fate;
Nine, ten,
I'm in the pen; 
Eleven, twelve,
my hopes to shelve;
Thirteen, fourteen,
clean with chlorine;
Fifteen, sixteen,
bloody crime scene; 
Seventeen, eighteen, 
murder unforeseen;
Nineteen, twenty,
stole my Good & Plenty.

The Seed of Fear Peter Pan

Peter came at half-past three,
Tapping sharply from an apple tree.
“Wendy, Michael, and John, too—
Come and fly; the stars want you.”

Out of the window, hand in hand,
The trio swept above the land.
Their mother's sobs fell away behind.
Another bedtime story she can't unwind.

In Neverland, the sky can't change.
The moon is weird, the sun is strange.
No one grows,

The Golden Toll

The Golden Toll

His hand, a gift, they called it then,
The goose, a feather of shining rust.
A simple gift for a simple man,
A tale of virtue, turned to dust.

But from the goose, the gold would crawl,
A living vine of burning chill.
A slow and creeping, heavy pall,
That climbed and clung and had its will.

First, the girl, her

Paddy and woman

Oh my dear peerless and unhusked paddy,                                                

Saturday Surprise

Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side.
People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed.

Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the family.
He greatly loved Addie's tea parties, when he ate toast and tea, gladly!

He loved flying around his garrett room, with

Little Miss O'Toole

Little Miss O'Toole
Sat on a bar stool
Eating her cheeseburger and fries
Out came her camera
To capture the glamour
For her online life of lies

Lazy Daisy

Lazy Daisy sat on a couch
Lazy Daisy was a slouch
All the free money
And all the free checks
Couldn’t give Daisy some self respect 

Here for the Moment

Janice Avery loved deep green nature; like cherry sunset owls, gawping.
She dwelt with her parents and Sissy, when old, golden days were walking.

They lived out in the hilly country, where orangeish stars could be seen;
And summer seemed to last forever, for days held a predominate sheen.

Noons were filled with happiness laughter, that foreshadowed pink moon.
Life

Anticipating flowers

The flowers, the flowers
Will bloom in three hours
I really don't want to wait. 
The flowers will bloom,
If i may assume, 
If they don't bloom too late.

A Piece of Cake

Johnny's parents owned a bakery, selling cakes and yummy confections.
Though only nine-years-old, Johnny showed interest, asking questions.
 
He was soon making tasty cookies, to the glee of his baby sister, Anna.
For parents are the best teachers, like golden days, leaving in glamour.

Johnny's parents decided to offer, some of his buttery cookies for sale;
For he had

Songs Paused in the Tree

Since the elderly king greatly loved music, his court esteemed it, too;
As sun and moon smile on myriad colors, during the butterfly revue.

The king was well loved and jolly, with the queen, always by his side.
He ruled with caring. Like rainbow hued peaks, where indifference died.

His glorious reign had been lengthy, and the vast kingdom

Revised Nursery Rhyme No 3 - Little Miss Tough

        Little Miss Tough
        Sat on her duff
           whining ‘bout ‘The Amerikan Way’

         Along came a missile
      

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