Sambo Poems - Poems about Sambo

As I read this children's book a few times last night, I pondered on if it would be a good fit for my little girl- I wondered if what it was teaching was honest, does it really make sense what goes on in the world? I do see some racism but probably not enough to band, it may show...

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Ladies and Gentlemen, good folks gather round! What I have here to show you is worth every pound. It will soothe your dry bunions, seal your canoe, Moisten your leather, and stretch your shampoo. At my own huge expense, from India to thee, The famous, spectacular, Big Jumbo’s Ghee! I’ve used it as wheel lube from here to Mumbai. It can quiet...

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I never understood just why they banned this charming book. Black Sambo showed his wits and guile, but that’s just my outlook. I never sensed a race bias or that he was not fit to be the hero of this book; it only shows his grit. I am so glad the book is back, available once more, so all can read of his courage there on...

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Coat black with shiny, wet nose, Whiskery beard, and gleaming eyes of brown, Peeping out through long eyebrows With pink, panting tongue and a cheeky grin. All over black my Sambo was, With wavy coat, plucked short on top, A powerful tail just like a whip, He never was fooled, not missing a trick. Scottish Terrier, bred from Kennelgarth Great Scot, Loved us all...

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Little Black Sambo Dance Sambo Dance! You knoe you are a pancake! The little black sambo ran around the tigers, until they blended into batter. Ewe see it does it matters. Dance Sambo Dance! You knoe you are a pancake! If you even make just one mistake, the tigers they will eat you. Dance Sambo...

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I have retreated to a hole: My electricity is free, and my Suitcase is safe....

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