Kid's Poems

SHOES

It's time for school

And I'm almost ready

But I can't find my shoes

Are they under my teddy?



Not in the bathroom,

Not on the stairs

I can't even find them,

Under the chairs



I looked in the closet,

And beneath my bed

Even under the pillow

Where I lay my head



They're not by the T.V

They're not on the floor

Maybe I left them

Right by the back door



Mom says to hurry

We are going to be late

School will be starting

It's almost eight



I suddenly found them

And it was so neat

Right where they should be

Right there on my FEET



SPIKE

Meatloaf for supper,

That's not what I like.

Maybe I'll give mine

To my dog named Spike.



Mom sure won't catch me

If I am clever tonight.

I just have to do it

When she's out of sight.



I asked her for more milk

But she just won't leave

Maybe I'll shove it

Inside my right sleeve.



Maybe I'll hide it

Under my plate.

Perhaps she won't notice

And she'll think I ate.



She's looking at me

And I think she knows.

But I think that meatloaf

Smells just like toes.



Oh good she just left

To answer the door.

Now I can drop it

Right on the floor.



Outside the window

Right there by my bike.

Sits that traitor, that coward

My dog named Spike


FISHING

Today I went to catch a fish

To put in momma's serving dish

I put a worm upon my hook

And settled back to read a book



I waited and I watched my line

Hoping soon to see a sign

I played with sand, I played with rocks

Took off my shoes, took off my socks



I pulled it in to check my bait

I even added extra weight

Though I was bored I didn't quit

Just checked how far that I could spit



I wandered to the waters edge

And sat upon a little ledge

The water on my feet was mild

So soon I started kicking wild



I splashed and kicked, then something queer

Made me holler with great fear

I started to scream, I started to shout

There on my toe, was a big fat trout!