Wits, Whims, and Wicked Kids Poetry for Children: September 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.

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(...or don't...he doesn't really trust emails from children. They can be sticky).

Monday, 2 September 2013

With binders and rulers and pens,

September has risen again.

The binders are binding,

The rulers are ruling,

The pens are confining,

The summer is cooling;

It's time to go schooling, my friends.

We're booked and we're bagged;

We're all of us tagged

And never untagged again.

Keep running, keep chasing,

Keep writing, erasing;

We're in it to finish, my friends:

We're gonna to get out;

We'll figure it out

With binders and rulers and pens.