Today is Very Boring by Jack Prelutsky Today is very boring, It’s a very boring day, There is nothing much to look at, There is nothing much to say, There’s a peacock on my sneakers, There’s a penguin on my head, There’s a dormouse on my doorstep, I am going back to bed. Today is very boring, It is boring through and through, There is absolutely nothing That I think I want to do, I see giants riding rhinos, And an ogre with a sword, There’s a dragon blowing smoke rings, I am positively bored. Today is very boring, I can hardly help but yawn, There’s a flying saucer landing In the middle of my ..read more

Father William by Lewis Carroll "You are old, father William," the young man said,     "And your hair has become very white;   And yet you incessantly stand on your head —     Do you think, at your age, it is right?"   "In my youth," father William replied to his son,     "I feared it would injure the brain;   But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,     Why, I do it again and again."   "You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,     And have grown most uncommonly fat;   Yet you turned a back-somersault i ..read more

Rain Music by Joseph Seamon Cotter, Jr On the dusty earth-drum    Beats the falling rain;  Now a whispered murmur,     Now a louder strain.  Slender, silvery drumsticks,      On an ancient drum,  Beat the mellow music     Bidding life to come.  Chords of earth awakened,      Notes of greening spring,  Rise and fall triumphant     Over every thing.  Slender, silvery drumsticks      Beat the long tattoo— God, the Great Musician,      Calling life anew.  Hi ..read more

Today we have TWO pickled poems! Did you know that sometimes poems talk to each other?   Our first poem is "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost   Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;   Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,   And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodde ..read more

Eletelephony by Laura Richards Once there was an elephant, Who tried to use the telephant— No! No! I mean an elephone Who tried to use the telephone— (Dear me! I am not certain quite That even now I’ve got it right.) Howe’er it was, he got his trunk Entangled in the telephunk; The more he tried to get it free, The louder buzzed the telephee— (I fear I’d better drop the song Of elephop and telephong!) Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?   Email pickledpoemspodcas ..read more

To the First Robin by Louisa May Alcott Welcome, welcome, little stranger,     Fear no harm, and fear no danger; We are glad to see you here,     For you sing, "Sweet Spring is near." Now the white snow melts away;     Now the flowers blossom gay: Come, dear bird, and build your nest,     For we love our robin best. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?   Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me kn ..read more

“The Meehoo with an Exactlywatt” by Shel Silverstein Knock knock! Who's there? Me! Me who? That's right! What's right? Meehoo! That's what I want to know! What's what you want to know? Me, WHO? Yes, exactly! Exactly what? Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain! Exactly what on a chain? Yes! Yes what? No, Exactlywatt! That's what I want to know! I told you - Exactlywatt! Exactly WHAT? Yes! Yes what? Yes, it's with me! What's with you? Exactlywatt - that's what's with me. Me who? Yes! GO AWAY! Knock knock...   Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Pod ..read more

“The Panther” by Ogden Nash The panther is like a leopard, Except it hasn't been peppered. Should you behold a panther crouch, Prepare to say Ouch. Better yet, if called by a panther, Don't anther.   Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?   Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make ..read more

"The Secret Place" by Tomie de Paola It was my secret place down at the foot of my bed under the covers. It was very white. I went there with a book, a flashlight, and the special pencil that my grandfather gave me. To read-- and to draw pictures on all that white. It was my secret place for about a week-- Until my Mother came to change the sheets.   Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?   Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought a ..read more

“The Walrus and the Carpenter” by Lewis Carroll "The sun was shining on the sea,       Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make       The billows smooth and bright — And this was odd, because it was       The middle of the night.   The moon was shining sulkily,       Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there       After the day was done — "It's very rude of him," she said,        ..read more