Reading Level: Grade 2

Poems suitable for reading by 7-8 year olds.

My Mirror Likes to Argue

My mirror likes to argue.
He likes to fight and feud.
He often disagrees with me.
He’s regularly rude.

He’s fond of making faces.
He loves to sneer and scowl.
And, if I scream and shout at him,
he’ll holler, hoot, and howl.

I wish I’d never met him.
I wish he’d go away.
I wish I didn’t chance upon him
several times a day.

I think perhaps the next time
he starts to disagree,
I’ll smile at him to see if maybe
he’ll be nice to me.

My Ugly Pug

My ugly pug’s a snuggly pug.
He likes to snuggle on the rug.
He such a huggy cuddle-bug.
He snuggles all day long.

But though my pug’s a cuddle-bug
who likes to nuzzle up and hug,
my pug is still an ugly pug.
His yucky mug is wrong.

My Dog’s Name Is “Cat”

My dog’s name is “Cat”
and my cat’s name is “Dog.”
My frog’s name is “Mouse”
and my mouse is called “Frog.”

My bird’s name is “Fish”
and my fish is called “Bird.”
I know that you probably
think that’s absurd.

It’s just a tradition
my family has had.
My dad’s name is “Mom”
and my mom’s name is “Dad.”

My Brother’s a Bother

My brother’s a bother.
My mother and father
say, “Don’t bother him
and he won’t bother you.”

But bugging my brother,
one way or another,
is one of the things that
I most like to do.

I like to annoy him.
I really enjoy him
whenever he’s yelling,
“You’re being a pest!”

My father and mother
say, “Don’t bug your brother!”
But bugging my brother
is what I do best.

It’s really exciting
whenever we’re fighting.
It’s awesome to argue
and never agree.

But I’ll have to quit it.
I hate to admit it,
but maybe the bothersome
brother is me.

After Thanksgiving

It’s after Thanksgiving.
I’m full as can be.
I haven’t got room left
for even a pea.

I probably gobbled
too much at our feast.
I’m straining in pain and
my waistline’s increased.

I’m utterly glutted.
My stomach is stuffed.
My belly is bulging.
My tummy is puffed.

I’m totally bloated.
I’m huffing and puffing.
I guess it’s not smart to eat
nothing but stuffing.

Frank the Friendly Alien

I’m Frank, the friendly alien.
From deepest outer space.
My face is fairly friendly.
It’s such a friendly face.

My teeth are sharp and pointed.
My eyes are big and red.
I have such friendly features
upon my friendly head.

My horns are green and shiny.
I have exactly three.
My nose is long and crooked,
the way a nose should be.

My ears are huge and scaly.
My tongue is brown and blue.
The people from my planet
all look friendly like I do.

My claws are shaped like daggers.
My hands are huge and hairy
I’d love to stay and tell you more
but you look much too scary.

Running Late

I overslept. I’m running late.
My mom is making such a fuss.
If I so much as hesitate
I probably will miss the bus.

I grab my socks and underwear
and quickly pull on all my clothes.
I haven’t time to comb my hair
or brush my teeth or blow my nose.

I wolf my breakfast, kiss my mom,
and barrel madly out the door.
I’m feeling anything but calm.
I’ve never been this late before.

I run like crazy down the street.
I check my watch. It’s almost eight.
I wish I’d had some more to eat,
but, man, I simply can’t be late.

I barely make it there in time.
To miss the bus would not be cool.
I wouldn’t mind except that I’m
the guy who drives the kids to school.

Rosy the Dozer

Rosy the Dozer
was driving one day
but didn’t see all
of the mud in her way.

So Rosy the Dozer
got stuck in the mud.
Her treads became crusty
and covered with crud.

She tried to get out
but her treads only spun.
“Oh dear,” muttered Rosy,
“This isn’t much fun.”

She let out a moan
and a sad little yelp,
then sat down and waited
for someone to help.

Grumpy the Dump Truck
came rumbling on by,
but said, “I can’t help you.
I’m sure you see why.

“My skill is in hauling
and dumping big loads
of dirt, rocks, and gravel,
for building new roads.”

Mimi the Steamroller
wandered by next.
She looked at the mud
but was plainly perplexed.

She said, “I’m an expert
at making things flat.
But pulling you out?
I can’t help you with that.”

Corky the Forklift
was next on the list.
He said, “I’m afraid
I’ve no way to assist.

“I’d help you to carry
a carton or crate.
But someone will help you.
You just need to wait.”

Then Cody the Tow Truck
saw Rosy was stuck.
He said, “I can help you
get out of that muck.

“That’s just what us tow trucks
are waiting to do.
There’s nobody better
to do this for you.”

So Cody the Tow Truck
helped Rosy get free,
and Rosy cried, “Thank you
for stopping for me.”

Now Rosy the Dozer
is someone who knows
to always be careful
wherever she goes.

She keeps her eyes open.
She watches for muck.
And that was the last time
she ever got stuck.

I Took My Doggy for a Walk

I took my doggy for a walk.
I thought it would be fun.
The moment that we got outside
he took off at a run.

I gripped the handle of his leash.
It instantly pulled tight.
My dog was strong. He ran so fast
I practically took flight.

He pulled me through the neighborhood.
(My doggy likes to roam.)
I bumped and bounced and banged around
until he ran back home.

So now I’m bruised and battered
like a ratty, tattered rag.
I took my doggy for a walk.
He took me for a drag.

Random Miranda

I’m Random Miranda.
Bananas are good.
Remember the alphabet.
Dinosaurs would.

The things that I tell you,
may seem rather strange,
but that’s just because
here’s a dollar in change.

And next week I’m going to
isn’t this fun?
So never let anyone
hamburger bun.

If maybe you’re wondering
what’s going on,
please let me explain it.
The milk is all gone.

When doing your homework
that man is a spy.
I’m happy to see you.
Just give it a try.

This pencil is purple
and everyone should.
Your dad is a doughnut.
Bananas are good.

This may seem bizarre but
it’s just what I do.
I’m Random Miranda,
so thanks for the shoe.