I Forgot
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
I wrote a good story but something went wrong.
I had all the characters where they belong.
The setting was great, and the word use was strong.
The length was just right … not too short, not too long.
Welcome to the Children’s Poems section of my website. I hope these poems and verses for kids 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 this poetry for kids as I did writing it!
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I wrote a good story but something went wrong.
I had all the characters where they belong.
The setting was great, and the word use was strong.
The length was just right … not too short, not too long.
Vote 4 me!
I am running for Vice President.
Vote 4 me!
I will give you one hundred percent.
Vote 4 me!
If you want changes made, I’m your man.
Vote 4 me!
I will serve any way that I can.
Boo hoo hoo, I’ve got the flu.
I caught it, but it caught me too.
Do you think it would let me be
if I yelled “Ally-all-come-free!”?
If you liked this poem, you might enjoy reading Pox Stampede.
Now we have the coronavirus to deal with, too. Wish I could find a better hiding place than stuck in my house!
My little brother copies me.
He does just what I do.
He lugs around a baseball bat
and wears my shinguards too.
My favorite day is Monday.
That’s the day the gardener comes.
I love to watch him pull the weeds
And plant chrysanthemums.
My hero is the kind of guy
who hang glides upside down,
who skis on one ski, backwards,
and yells “Score!” when he falls down.
I did not lose.
There’s just no way.
I played a perfect
game today.
A noisy noise annoys an oyster,
(a little known fact, yet true).
But a rackey racket attracts a raccoon;
does that make any sense to you?