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Kids’ Corner

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Let’s each write a limerick and link them together.

Kids Corner – 08/27/10

  • I do not want to go to bed.
    I like to stay up late.
    I’m bouncing off the bedroom walls
    and, frankly, feeling great!

  • let me tell you about aunt katrina,
    with her very poetic demeanour,
    one day her niece,
    wrote an excellent piece –
    so katrina’s demeanour was greener

  • There once was a girl from Portobello
    Singing songs to canaries so yellow
    No rhymes to be had
    She enquired of her Dad
    And he tweeted “I’m a blank verse fellow”

  • I’m told there’s a new kitten in your house
    Which may be in search of a mouse
    Or maybe its habit’s
    A danger to rabbits?
    Is it getting a name or a spouse?

  • Going to bed can be fun
    at the end of a hard day’s run.
    To completely relax
    give up grinding the ax
    letting worries release by the ton.

  • While sleeping, our dreams become real.
    We can fly, we can soar, we can deal.
    Accessing those powers
    back into waking hours
    can be done, not by thought, but by feel.

  • In the puddle there is a cloud
    (Actually I can see a crowd)
    And I don’t know why
    For in the sky
    No puddle at all is allowed

  • in the winter,
    the paths are very icy,
    Mummy gives us warm pudding,
    its sweet and not,
    icky spicy

  • Words are so clever.
    They bring us together,
    To share both our rhyme and our reason.
    From winter to spring, the sunshine we sing
    Makes a good day, whatever the season.

  • there once was a pussy called muffin
    who liked to chase after small puffins
    he was a bit of a tease
    but caught them with ease
    that little black pussy called muffin

  • there once was a young girl called Etta
    who is dopey but then again clever
    she walks in to walls
    she trips and she falls
    but with poems she’s a little bit better!

  • It’s the ‘then again’ that we recall
    Not the dopey or even the small
    It’s the one who, when bruised,
    Keeps the ‘down’ and ‘up’ fused
    Elevating the words – one and all.

  • So let Us now peruse the floor
    Twirl Our quill, split some more
    Such grace and movement will instill
    Cravings, yielding many a score
    Word is right, when shedding light
    Dare I inquire; the lion’s roar
    Poe’sy Avenue: illuminate and bright
    Flighted bird and now you soar
    The moral of this fleeting Is
    Feast your eyes; take your fill

    HY (Apr. 2012)

  • A spine-chilling wind
    the shimmering icicles
    crystallised snowflakes

  • Hi my Scottish friend
    Cool words from frozen seaside
    Forming content wise.
    High cool and full of structure
    The insight makes the icing

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