Poems In English

Into a bare handful of bones and skin Pour just an ounce or so of flesh and blood; Put in a heart loveful as Sea in flood; Likewise a mind sea-deep and free from sin, Fix on two jumboo ears,… two goo-goo eyes Paint on a smile of babe at mother’s breast, In close a soul that caps Himavat’s crest; …

Two turtle doves were fighting Which is practically unknown, But they had found a wriggly worm That each wanted for his own. They argued who had found it And they squabbled all the day, Not noticing that meanwhile, The worm had slipped away. At last they said they’d share it, But then it was too late- They realized the juicy …

One night I dreamed that everywhere Were sounds of laughter in the air, And in a grassy field I saw What all this merriment was for- A funny little man stood there With wisps of straw instead of hair, And on his head a battered hat Which tickled Marmalade the cat; While, chuckling happily, a goat Was nuzzling in his …

On the top of the Crumpetty Tree, The Quangle Wangle sat, But his face you could not see, On account of his Beaver Hat. For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide, With ribbons and bibbons on every side, And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace, So that nobody ever could see the face, Of the Quangle …

A furry coat has the bear to wear, The tortoise a coat of mail, The yak has more that his share of hair But – the pig has the curly tail. The elephant’s tusks are sold of gold, The slug leaves a silver trail, The parrot is never too old to scold, But – The pig has the curly tail. …

Monkeys chatter as they play, Lions roar, and horses neigh. Donkeys hee-haw; wolves may howl; Dogs will bark, and sometimes growl. Kittens mew, and piglets squeak- That’s the way the creatures speak! ∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke

Harold Hare was naughty For he damaged farmers’ crops He found a field of sugar beet And ate off all the tops. He went into a lettuce patch And nibbled at the leaves, And when it came to harvest time He burrowed in the sheaves. One night he found some cabbage And thought he’d have some fun, He didn’t know …

Tom Augustus Twiddle-me-Whiskers jumped upon the tiles, From chimney-pot to aerial he padded the slaty miles. The stars moved on above him and the gardens dreamt below- Tom Augustus Twiddle-me-Whiskers hunted for his foe. Tom Augustus Twiddle-me-Whiskers’ tail stood up on end, He curved his back like a crescent moon, his honour to defend. He called his foe by the …

Maggie was a magpie, A very pretty bird. To say that Maggie was a thief You’d think would be absurd. But just like all her family She liked to look around For pretty little objects That were waiting to be found. If you looked into her nest You’d see all sorts of things, Brooches, mirrors, shiny stones- Perhaps some fancy …

The Pobble who has no toes Had once as many as we; When they said, “Some day you may lose them all;” He replied, “Fish fiddle de-dee!” And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink, Lavender water tinged with pink, For she said, “The World in general knows There’s nothing so good for a Pobble’s toes!” The Pobble who has no …