Poetry File

Nine Mice
By: Jack Prelutsky

Nine mice on tiny tricycles
Went riding on the ice,
They rode in spite of warning signs,
They rode despite advice.

The signs were right, the ice was thin,
In half a trice, the mice fell in,
And from their chins down to their toes,
Those mice entirely froze.

Nine mindless mice, who paid the price,
Are thawing slowly by the ice,
Still sitting on their tricycles
…nine white and shiny micicles.


The New Kid on the Block
By: Jack Prelutsky


There’s a new kid on the block,
And boy, that kid is tough,
That new kid punches hard,
That new kid plays real rough,
That new kid’s big and strong,
With muscles everywhere,
That new kid tweaked my arm,
That new kid pulled my hair.

That new kid likes to fight,
And picks on all the guys,
That new kid scares my some,
(that new kid’s twice my size),
that new kid stomped my toes,
that new kid swiped my ball,
that new kid’s really bad,
I don’t care for her at all.





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