Wits, Whims, and Wicked Kids Poetry for Children: May 2013

From the author:

From the Author:

I will not introduce myself.
I will not ask "How do?"
I will not wave, I will not bow,
Or shake a hand with you.

For I am not polite, my friend;
I have no social grace.
Like you, I have no manners,
And I never learned my place.

Instead I'll write a poem
And I'll put myself in verse,
And if you like the sound of me,
Well, THEN we might converse.

So read a line or two of me,
Or don't, if it's a chore,
But since you've read fifteen of me
I bet you'll read one more.

Click here to contact the author
(...or don't...he doesn't really trust emails from children. They can be sticky).

Biting's fun,

I like to pinch,

I like it when I make you flinch.

Then you shout,

and say, "That's bad!

You're a naughty no-good lad!"

"Biting's wrong,

And pinching stings.

Promise not to do these things!"

Yes, I see,

You're right, I say.

I will not hurt in any way.

Cross my heart

And hope to die,

Stick a needle in my eye.