Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems

Eletelephony by Laura Richards Once there was an elephant, Who tried to use the telephant— No! No! I mean an elephone Who tried to use the telephone— (Dear me! I am not certain quite That even now I’ve got it right.) Howe’er it was, he got his trunk Entangled in the telephunk; The more he tried to get it free, The louder buzzed the telephee— (I fear I’d better drop the song Of elephop and telephon...

To the First Robin by Louisa May Alcott Welcome, welcome, little stranger,     Fear no harm, and fear no danger; We are glad to see you here,     For you sing, "Sweet Spring is near." Now the white snow melts away;     Now the flowers blossom gay: Come, dear bird, and build your nest,     For we love our robin best. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poem...

“The Meehoo with an Exactlywatt” by Shel Silverstein Knock knock! Who's there? Me! Me who? That's right! What's right? Meehoo! That's what I want to know! What's what you want to know? Me, WHO? Yes, exactly! Exactly what? Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain! Exactly what on a chain? Yes! Yes what? No, Exactlywatt! That's what I want to know! I told you - Exactlywatt! Exac...

“The Panther” by Ogden Nash The panther is like a leopard, Except it hasn't been peppered. Should you behold a panther crouch, Prepare to say Ouch. Better yet, if called by a panther, Don't anther.   Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?   Email pickledpoemspodcast...

"The Secret Place" by Tomie de Paola It was my secret place down at the foot of my bed under the covers. It was very white. I went there with a book, a flashlight, and the special pencil that my grandfather gave me. To read-- and to draw pictures on all that white. It was my secret place for about a week-- Until my Mother came to change the sheets.   Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter...

“The Walrus and the Carpenter” by Lewis Carroll "The sun was shining on the sea,       Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make       The billows smooth and bright — And this was odd, because it was       The middle of the night.   The moon was shining sulkily,       Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there       After the day was done — "It's very...

“Skating” by Herbert Asquith When I try to skate, My feet are so wary They grit and they grate: And then I watch Mary Easily gliding, Like an ice-fairy; Skimming and curving, Out and in, With a turn of her head, And a lift of her chin, And a gleam of her eye, And a twirl and a spin; Sailing under The breathless hush Of the willows, and back To the frozen rush; Out to the island And round the edge,...

"Gay Crickets" by Effie Lee Newsome Without a single bit of fuss A cricket came to live with us. Without one little word to say A black-dressed cricket came to stay, and steal into a basement crack And watch for spiders, brown and black. And sometimes eat and sometimes play A fiddler's tune at end of day. It keeps up such a jolly sound, This having crickets hiding round. It makes the...

“Sneezles” by A. A. Milne Christopher Robin Had wheezles And sneezles, They bundled him Into His bed. They gave him what goes With a cold in the nose, And some more for a cold In the head. They wondered If wheezles Could turn Into measles, If sneezles Would turn Into mumps; They examined his chest For a rash, And the rest Of his body for swellings and lumps. They sent for some doctors In sneezles...

“I’m Nobody! Who are you?” by Emily Dickinson I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one’s name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!   Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by...

“Trees” by Joyce Kilmer   I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.   A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;   A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray;   A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair;   Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain.   Poems are made by fools like me, But o...

“Voices of Water” by Tony Mitton   The water in the rain says tick tick tack  The water in the sleet says slush The water in the ice says crick crick crack  The water in the snow says hush The water in the sink says slosh slosh  The water in the tap says drip  The water in the bath says wash wash  The water in the cup says sip The water in the pool says splish splash  The water in the stream says ...

"Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" by Eugene Field Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night     Sailed off in a wooden shoe-- Sailed on a river of crystal light,     Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?"     The old moon asked of the three. "We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!"        ...

"In the Bleak Midwinter" by Christina Rossetti In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign. In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed The Lord God Al...

"The Crocodile" by Lewis Carroll How doth the little crocodile      Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile      On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin,      How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in,      With gently smiling jaws! Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast b...

"Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid...

"A Vist from St. Nicholas" by Clement Clarke Moore 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerch...

"The Good Little Girl" by A. A. Milne It's funny how often they say to me, " Jane? " Have you been a good girl? " " Have you been a good girl? " And when they have said it, they say it again, " Have you been a good girl? " " Have you been a good girl? " I go to a party, I go out to tea, I go to an aunt for a week at the sea, I come back fr...

A Thanksgiving Poem: "Five Kernels of Corn" By Hezekiah Butterworth   ‘Twas the year of the famine in Plymouth of old, The ice and the snow from the thatched roofs had rolled; Through the warm purple skies steered the geese o’er the seas, And the woodpeckers tapped in the clocks of the trees; And the boughs on the slopes to the south winds lay bare, and dreaming of summer, the buds swell...

Today's Pickled Poem is by ME, Grace Sloan! "Autumn" by Grace Sloan Orange, reds, and yellows paint the trees The leaves a crackling fire against the sky Whispering to each other in the breeze Relinquishing their hold, they fly The squirrels are gathering nuts to hide away Leaping through the trees they do go In the wind, their tails do sway Their hidden feast prepares them for the s...

“Arithmetic” by Carl Sandburg Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head. Arithmetic tells you how many you lose or win if you know how many you had before you lost or won. Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children go to heaven-- or five six bundle of sticks. Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the ans...

“Autumn” by Emily Dickinson The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you...

“Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too” by Shel Silverstein Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too Went for a ride in a flying shoe. "Hooray!" "What fun!" "It's time we flew!" Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle was captain, and Pickle was crew And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew As higher And higher And higher they flew, Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me...

“The Goops” by Gelett Burgess The meanest trick I ever knew Was one I know you never do. I saw a Goop once try to do it, And there was nothing funny to it. He pulled a chair from under me As I was sitting down; but he Was sent to bed, and rightly, too. It was a horrid thing to do! The Goops they lick their fingers,    And the Goops they lick their knives; They spill their broth on the tablecloth--...

“Vagabond Song” by Bliss Carman There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood— Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time. The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills. There is something in October se...