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Poems for children 2

By Pip Wilson

All poems Copyright © 2001-now,  Pip Wilson, Wilson’s Almanac

 

 

 

Cavemen         

 

Cavemen disappeared when all the new men came around;
They all turned into blowflies which they did without a sound.
There never used to be a blowfly in the world before,
And you must know we never see a caveman any more.
Which goes to show that people change, and creatures come and go.
They all turn into different types of beasts and things you know.
I'd never hurt a blowfly, and I hope you feel the same;
To hurt an ancient caveman would be such an awful shame.

 

 

 

Charlie Aardvark

 

Wonderful, wonderful Charlie Aardvark,
in his red-suede leather car,
drives along the freeway
with the poise of a movie star.

 

Wonderful, wonderful Charlie Aardvark
in his leopard-skin Bermuda shorts
excels at every card game
as well as outdoor sports.

 

Wonderful, wonderful Charlie Aardvark
in his solid-gold handmade shirt,
with men he loves to be the best,
with girls he loves to flirt.

 

With human beings or aardvarks
he stands out in a crowd.
Because he is so wonderful
he makes his girlfriend proud.

 

 

Seven furry animals   

Seven furry animals
That hang around my house:
Monkey, muskrat, marten, mole,
mongoose, mink, and mouse.

Brontos_urus

Other dinosaurs are fierce ... 
and savage, Brontosaurus. 
But you just play around the grass ... 
and herbage, brontosaur.

Oh, who could ask for more, 
A gentle dinosaur.

Other dinosaurs eat meat ... 
with pleasure, Brontosaurus. 
But you just nibble greenery... 
at leisure, brontosaur.

A sight you never saw,
This gentle herbivore.

 

 

 

I'm glad to be alive 

When the sun is smiling and I am warm
I feel a part of nature and I'm glad to be alive.
And when the sky is cloudless and as blue as babies' eyes
I love to feel the heat of day, I love to be outside.
But also when the friendly sun is hidden by the storm
and rain is pelting hard upon the flower beds outside,
I'm happy for I know that soon the day will dry its eyes,
so, wet or fine, I'm always very glad to be alive.

 

 

 

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