Bella's pocket resembles the sun,
Matthew's pocket is a robot scorpion,
Nevaeh's pocket reminds me of the 1960's tie-dyed patterns I knew as a child.But the poems which the children put in their pockets are even better:
Recess
Suzy banged her elbow, Samantha skinned her knee, Jamie tore her sweatshirt. Inez fell from a tree, Harry got a bee sting, and Aaron ran away. Now you know why schools have just one recess a day.
The Gnome, The Gnat and The Gnu
I saw an ol' gnome Take a gnock at a gnat who was gnibbling the gnose of his gnu. I said, "Gnasty gnome, Gnow stop doing that, That gnat ain't done gnothing to you.
He gnodded and gnarled his ol' head and said, "Til gnow I gnever gnew That gnocking a gnat In the gnoodle like that was Gnot a gnice thing to do!"
Shel Silverstein
On the Ning Nang Nong
On the Ning Nang Nong Where the cows by Bong! And the monkeys all say boo! There's a Nong Nang Ning Where the trees go ping! And the trees go jibber jabber joo! All the mice go clang! And you just can' catch 'em when they do! so it's Ning Nang Nong! The cows go bong! Nong Ning Nong! The Mice go clang! What a noisy place to belong is the NING NANG NONG!
by Spike Milligan
School Lunch
Our school lunch is from outer space, endangering the human race. The meatballs bounce right off the floor. The fish cakes could break down the door. The bread was baked ten years ago. The burgers look like they will grow. The chicken has the chicken pox. The peas are frozen to the box. The spinach gives your legs gangrene. The fruit juice tastes like gasoline. The soup is salty as the sea. The franks explode like TNT. The salad bar-don't dare to try it. The carrot cake once caused a riot. The deadly tuna casserole can bore a hold right through the bowl. The fries could knock you off your chair. The corn could make you lose your hair. The way they cook here is a crime.
But lunch is still my favorite time.
By Douglas Florian
