Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems

“The Tale of Custard the Dragon” by Ogden Nash Belinda lived in a little white house, With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse, And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon, And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon. Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink, And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink, And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard, But the dragon was a coward...

Happy Hobbit Day! This version of “The Road Goes Ever On” by J. R. R. Tolkien is found in  The Hobbit . Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains in the moon. Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star,...

“Mr. Nobody” by Anonymous I know a funny little man,     As quiet as a mouse, Who does the mischief that is done     In everybody’s house! There’s no one ever sees his face,     And yet we all agree That every plate we break was cracked     By Mr. Nobody. ’Tis he who always tears out books,     Who leaves the door ajar, He pulls the buttons from our shirts,     And scatters pins afar; That squeaki...

“Jabberwocky” by Lewis Carroll ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves       Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves,       And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!       The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun       The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand;       Long time the manxome foe he sought— So re...

Today’s Pickled Poem is a special September Birthday Shout out for Penelope Jane who turns 4 years old this month! Her grandmamma has requested this poem just for her! Happy birthday Penny, from your grandmamma! The Cupboard by Walter de la Mare I know a little cupboard, With a teeny tiny key, And there's a jar of Lollipops For me, me, me. It has a little shelf, my dear, As dark as dark can be...

“Caterpillar” by Christina Georgina Rossetti Brown and furry Caterpillar in a hurry; Take your walk To the shady leaf or stalk.   May no toad spy you, May the little birds pass by you; Spin and die, To live again a butterfly.   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 ...

“Be Glad Your Nose Is on Your Face” By Jack Prelutsky   Be glad your nose is on your face, not pasted on some other place, for if it were where it is not, you might dislike your nose a lot. Imagine if your precious nose were sandwiched in between your toes, that clearly would not be a treat, for you'd be forced to smell your feet.   Your nose would be a source of dread were it attached atop yo...

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@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure you...

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