Poems for Big Kids

Poems for Big Kids Let’s Be Silly!
Let a Smile Be Your Bumrella
Irene Livingston
Gardelia woke up feeling grundled.
She gronked and she glombled aloud.
The rain slizzled down on the windel.
She felt all deblattled and drowd.
The birds were not chippering and tweeping.
Aweesh! Went the cars slooshing by.
the day was all glompy and morky.
The clouds looked so blonk in the sky.
She dithered and dibbled and dabbled.
She played with the skampering pup.
She tickled the baby, who bibbled.
But nothing could spirkle her up.
Then poppenly out came a rainbow.
The slizzling and slooshing were done.
She sprit out the door like a leeper
And smiled in the sperkling sun.
She mentled, "I'll try to demender
That slizzling and slooshing don't last.
The sun will come sparkling and smilering,
The way it has done in the past.”
Nonsense
Cynthia K. Deatherage
O for the Days when the Night-wind blows,
And the Nights when the Day-wind roams,
When Wisdom is that which no one knows,
And Knowledge is left in tomes . . .
When that which is Up is what came from the Down
And that which is Now is of Yore.
O for the Time before Time was found
In the sands of a distant Shore!
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