
All in the Family
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
I’ve got the nose of Uncle Gene,
the eyes of Grandpa Fred,
the mouth of Aunt Virginia, and
the chin of Cousin Ted,
Welcome to the kid’s poetry section of my website. I hope these children’s poems will instill a love for language, rhythm, and rhyme that encourages young people to think more deeply, imagine more fully, smile with new delight, or laugh right out loud. Children’s poems can also be pleasing to parents, educators, speakers, artists…anyone who is young at heart. May you have as much fun reading as I did writing them!
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I’ve got the nose of Uncle Gene,
the eyes of Grandpa Fred,
the mouth of Aunt Virginia, and
the chin of Cousin Ted,
I’m swinging on the happy tree,
in love with everything I see.
White, fluffy clouds and bright blue sky
reach out for me as I fly by.
When life is getting hard for me,
I climb up in my favorite tree
and look down on the world below
where grass is green and flowers grow.
Grandpa’s a really good guy.
He knows how to make a kid fly.
He fills up his jeanses
with bright jelly beanses
We’re picking out a Christmas tree.
Oh boy, I just can’t wait!
December 25th is near––
It’s time to celebrate.
My best friend is a live oak tree.
His branches shade and shelter me.
Beneath these arms of green, each day,
I come to sit and read and play.
Little boy blue, come throw your egg.
Your mom’s in the kitchen; just aim for her leg.
Where’s the little boy with the mischievous grin?
Why, he’s hatching a plan for his egg. Are you in?
I am losing my teeth
one by two, two by three;
and they’re growing back
crooked as crooked can be.