POEM FOR CHILDREN: Blue Moon

Blue Moon

 

When the moon is blue

here’s what you do:

grab some branches

grab some glue

and build the world’s tallest tickle stick

and tickle that moon

till it’s tickle-sick.

 

That does the trick!

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POEM FOR CHILDREN: Jungle Mouth

Jungle Mouth

 

I taught baboons to brush my teeth.

Opossums learned to floss ’em.

My boa knows how to squeeze out paste

crush up the tubes, and toss ’em.

But when my pets see cavities

they hiss, they howl, they shriek

and take away my lollipops

and chocolates for a week!

 

                                                           

First published in Spider.

A Banana

How can a

banana

be glowing up dere

so golden

and bold in

da night?

 

Dere must be

a monkey

who lugged it up dere

who licked it

and sticked it

on tight.

                                         

From Monkey Shines, an unpublished collection of night-themed children's poetry.

 

IN THE SHADE OF THE BAOBAB TREE

In the shade of the baobab tree,

where the buru birdie sings,

we could share a bubble pipe

and talk of grown-up things.

 

“Isn’t summer bright?” I’d say.

“Yes sir,” you’d reply,

pretending it was really fun

to stare into the sky.

 

“Isn’t coffee nice and hot?”

“Oh, indeed it is –

certainly much better than

a tin of Lemon Fizz.”

 

“Aren’t the monkeys fierce and quick?”

“Too too true, they are.

Why, just the other afternoon

they chased me in their car.”

 

“I made twenty jewels today,

For sweeping up the zoo.”

“For looking through a telescope,

I made twenty-two.”

 

In the shade of the baobab tree,

where the buru birdie sings,

we’d lay down our bubble pipe,

tired of grown-up things,

and join the little monkeys

on their big banana swings.

 

 

THE DUSKY-LEAF MONKEY

The dusky-leaf monkey, he came from afar,

curled up in the lid of a cinnamon jar.

He sailed the pale ocean on lily-moon beams,

to sprinkle our noses with sweet-smelling dreams.

And now the foul night-smelling ghosts are no more!

O lavender pillows! O peppermint snores!

It’s wonderful what the wee monkey one did,

our dusky-leaf friend, in a cinnamon lid!

                                                                                    

From Monkey Shines: Night Poems, an unpublished collection of poetry for children.