Well, hello there, fellow poetry lovers! It’s that time again for the Children’s Poetry Blog Post Roundup! Let’s take a look at what’s been buzzing in the world of children’s poetry this past week. Here’s a summary of the latest news and updates from our favorite poetry blogs, perfect for poets, teachers, and anyone who loves kids’ verse.
The Underwear TreeWelcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.
This poem was inspired by another poet I greatly admire—Jack Prelutsky. I had been reading his poem “As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed,” which is a wonderfully silly poem that features underwear. That got me thinking, “Maybe it’s time I wrote an underwear poem too.”
I also remembered another poem Jack wrote years ago called “I’m Growing a Glorious Garden,” where the garden grows musical instruments instead of vegetables. That poem planted a seed in my imagination—what if something even stranger grew in the garden? And that’s when the idea of “The Underwear Tree” came to me.
So I sat down and started imagining a tree that doesn’t grow fruit or flowers, but instead produces all kinds of colorful, comical underpants. And once I started writing, I couldn’t stop giggling.
By the way, if you enjoy poetry about underwear as much as I do, some of my other favorites are Jack Prelutsky’s My Underdog Is Overweight, from It’s Raining Pigs and Noodles, and Karla Kuskin’s A Bug Sat in a Silver Flower, from her book Moon, Have You Met My Mother?
Now, let’s take a walk out to the backyard and see what’s growing on…
The Underwear Tree
Outside, in our garden, you have to come see
the tree that we planted—an underwear tree.
Our underwear tree isn’t like normal plants;
it doesn’t grow fruit, it just grows underpants.
There aren’t any leaves on our underwear tree.
Instead, it grows briefs for my family and me.
It grows tighty-whities and cartoon-print shorts,
and colorful undies of all different sorts.
Some bloomers are blooming, some long johns as well,
but please be aware that they may have a smell.
The clothes on the underwear tree are the type
it’s better to harvest before they turn ripe!
— Kenn Nesbitt
Alright, poetry pals, it’s time once again for the Children’s Poetry Blog Post Roundup! Here’s the scoop on what’s been happening in the world of children’s poetry this past week.
Mother’s Day BreakfastWelcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt. Today’s poem is all about a well-intentioned surprise that doesn’t go quite as planned. With Mother’s Day right around the corner, one young child decides to do something extra special—make breakfast and deliver it to Mom in bed. But sometimes, even the best ideas can turn into a bit of a mess. Stick around for a funny, food-flinging adventure called…
Mother’s Day Breakfast
I brought my mom Mother’s Day breakfast in bed.
I tripped and spilled orange juice right on her head.
She woke with a scream and knocked over the tray.
The coffee dumped out, and it drenched her duvet.
The pancakes went flying and clobbered the cat.
The eggs struck the wall with a sloppy, wet splat!
Our dog started barking and jumping and squealing—
He wanted the sausages stuck to the ceiling.
A whole bowl of cereal spilled on the rug.
Mom giggled and grabbed me and gave me a hug.
She told me, “I love you, so don’t be upset.
This breakfast is one I will never forget.”
— Kenn Nesbitt
It’s that time again for the Children’s Poetry Blog Post Roundup! Let’s see what’s been stirring in the world of children’s poetry this past week. Get ready to jot down some new ideas and maybe even get inspired!
My Smelly TelephoneWelcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.
One of the things that I enjoy most about writing poems is playing with words—especially when a word sounds like something else entirely. Today’s poem is one of those where the idea came from imagining a mix-up… the kind of mix-up that might happen if you were shopping for something high-tech and got something completely unexpected instead. This is…
My Smelly Telephone
My telephone is smelly.
It’s a smelly telephone.
I wish it didn’t stink but
it’s the only one I own.
I thought I bought a smartphone
that was also cellular.
It seems that’s not exactly what
they meant by “smellular.”
And so, I learned the hard way
what I didn’t know before…
They don’t sell normal cellphones
when you’re at the smellphone store.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Time again for the Children’s Poetry Blog Post Roundup! Here’s what’s been happening in the world of kids’ poetry over the past week, with a little help from some of my poet and teacher friends.
It’s that time again for our weekly Children’s Poetry Blog Post Roundup. So, let’s see what’s been happening in the wonderful world of children’s verse this past week, shall we?
An Oyster CelebrationWelcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.
Sometimes a poem begins with just a sound—two words that almost rhyme, or a funny phrase that gets stuck in my head. That’s what happened with today’s poem. I started playing with the sounds of two familiar words, and before long, I found myself wondering, “What if there were a place where people celebrated one of these things instead of the other?” Though the result may seem a little bizarre, I had so much fun writing it that I just had to share it. This is…
An Oyster Celebration.
There’s an Oyster celebration
every year in Oyster Bay,
when the Oyster Bunny brings
his Oyster eggs on Oyster Day.
They put their Oyster clothes on,
Oyster morning, getting dressed
in their brand-new Oyster bonnets
and their Oyster Sunday best.
They watch the Oyster Day parade
go marching through the streets,
and enjoy their Oyster baskets
filled with tasty Oyster treats.
They listen to the Oyster sermon
given by the priest,
then they have an Oyster egg hunt
and prepare their Oyster feast.
It might seem odd to you and me,
but this is just the way
that they celebrate on Oyster Island
every Oyster Day.
— Kenn Nesbitt
It’s time again for our weekly Children’s Poetry Blog Post Roundup, where we gather the latest news, reviews, and musings from the world of children’s verse. Let’s see what’s been happening this past week!
