3 Children’s Poems

“The Moon’s a balloon,”
said my older brother.
“And if it pops …
run for cover!”

I am a
wee little child
that sleeps in an
empty tea pot.

slide down the spout
and drink up some Z’s
until mother in the morn
with a spoon in her hand
taps the half opened
dangling lid …
“Wake up! Wake up!
My sleepy head!’

we’ve got a problem ….
sorry child ….
all the bird poems
have flown away!

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