Saturday, November 15, 2008

poems my mother taught me as a child

1.
Spider, spider on the wall,
Don't you know that you might fall?
Don't you know that wall's been plastered?
Get off the wall you little spider!

2.
What a marvelous bird is the pelican!
His beak can hold more than his belly can.
He scoops up fish in his beak, like a dish,
And I don't know how in the helican!

3.
A primal insect knocked on wood,
Tasted it, and found it good,
And that is why your cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.

4.
Into the well
Aunt Eliza fell.
We must buy a filter.

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