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Child Funny Poetry
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To a child funny poetry will make you a hero and make the wee ones smile. But are these limerick poems? Nay, for Molly herein aspired to iambic heptameter, working her way toward the classical form of epic with delusions of grandeur. However, down further on the page (kindly scroll) our Martha, employs iambic tetrameter for your enjoyment.
The Queen Drops By
Once upon a time here in our pub, the Queen dropped by,
Someone in her entourage had need to occupy
The privy here, no doubt because our standards are so high
That one could dine upon the floor and suffer not thereby.
Next door to our virtual neighborhood pub, you will find Martha’s Virtual Child Development Center and Martha reading a child funny poetry. The center is filled with the sweet voices of virtual children, who are considerably less troublesome than the more adorable ones often underfoot in Molly's kitchen. The virtual staff of this facility is most reliable, unfailingly kind, and possesses the finest credentials.
The waiting list is long due to her vast experience and the quality of the curriculum, for Martha has done this gig before the hard way, for decades with real children, and now chooses to read a child funny poetry or stack blocks or play with clay in smaller doses. She fills in as needed for teachers with sniffles, and upon Boards, which sounds boring to Kathleen, but surely is not, for she is now teaching teachers, and prodding parents to do what’s best for the small fry.
Well, our friend Martha harks from someplace called Nob Hill, and before that, some of her antecedents came over on the Mayflower, to be met by some of ours, rather less formally attired, perhaps, a situation Rousseau is said to have regretted, rather preferring the original arrangements. Before too long, they had the run of the place, bringing high tea and crumpets to this fair and savage land.
Leaving Out the Silver
We cannot leave the silver out when Martha is about
Don't jump to conclusions, though, when thinking thereabout
We aren't concerned she'll steal it, no, that would be flat-out
Wrong. We're just concerned she'll find a rag and polish it, no doubt.
Often she drops in the pub, followed by a gaggle of young teachers and mothers reminiscent of Konrad Lorenz’s ducklings, so numerous in fact that we have set aside a room for them with starched tablecloths and silly hats for dress up, a wee table with crayons, and a stack of pop-up books where our smallest patrons can amuse themselves while their caretakers chat.
Today Martha is here, sipping her green tea from her special Royal Doulton™ cup (with her pinky up) and nibbling chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies which would not dare to migrate to her hips. Shall we sidle closer and listen?
Child Funny Poetry is the topic here, all brought to you
by Martha Long
When Parents are Late
One awful day my mom was late
and all the kids went home.
My teacher tried to cheer me up,
But I felt quite alone.
Maybe Mom’s in trouble!
My mind went running wild.
Why else would she be late
In picking up her darling child?
They got her in a space ship
And took her telephone,
Then tied her up with laser beams
Up near the twilight zone.
Or maybe pirates have her
On a far and distant isle.
Mean pirates wouldn’t give a whit
About a frightened child.
Perhaps she just went sailing
And while eating chocolate cake,
She didn’t even notice
That her watch fell in the lake.
I feel my tears are starting
Which would be a big disgrace.
When I hear “I’m here! I’m here!”
And I see my mother’s face.
“I hope that you weren’t worried, dear,
I just lost track of time.”
“Oh, no.’ I said, “of course not,
It never crossed my mind!”
Should your small fry be having a birthday, you may wish to view these limerick poems
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