What better way to enjoy National Poetry Month than with a few poems from childhood?
Messy Room
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbooks wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closes,
His vest have been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or-
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
by Shel Silverstein
Class Trip
When Sinbad sailed the seven seas,
his cheeks were red and ruddy.
But when Sue brought home seven C's,
Mom kept her home to study.
Th moral of this story is:
Folks cheer for exploration.
But you're not going anywhere
without an education
by Alan Katz
POEMS
