©1994 Susan Noyes Anderson, Poem Train

My hair marches across my head.
Left face. Right face. Full speed ahead.
A hair platoon, in disarray,
with soldiers who will not obey.

©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson, Clubhouse

The pox! The pox!
I’ve got the pox!
Behind my knees.
Under my socks.
Below my feet.
Between my toes.
Way down my throat.
Inside my nose.

©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops

I have a bright red fireman’s hat.
My favorite toy, imagine that!
I help to put out fires and then
I climb back on my truck again.

©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson, Fan

“You’re out! You’re out!
Strike Three! You’re out!”

“No way. Ball Four!
Ball four!” I shout.

©1994 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops

I am stuck
in the middle
of in between.
My eyes are not blue
but they’re not really green.

©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson

Sloppy Joes are really sick.
Maybe they’re cheap.
I guess they’re quick.
But tell me, do you really think
adults would eat these
once a week,

©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops

Sometimes when no one else can play
I make up silly rhymes to say,
like pink ink stinks and bugs hug rugs
and thugs lug buggy rugs away.

©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson

Have you ever gone spinning round and round
till the ceiling looks just like the ground
and the ground looks kinda like the walls
and you’re caught in a whirlwind where everything falls