poem.id,poem.ts,poem.title,poem.rating,poem.content,poem.brief_introduction,poem.author,poem.published,poem.stories,poem.share,poem.vote,poem.category_2_x_poem_id 21,"2018-02-27 21:55:12","The Littlest Christmas Tree",4.37,"The littlest Christmas tree lived in a meadow of green among a family of tall evergreens. He learned how to whisper the evergreen song with the slightest of wind that came gently along. He watched as the birds made a home out of twigs, and couldn't wait till he, too, was big. For all of the trees offered a home, the maple, the pine, and the oak, who's so strong. ""I hate being little,"" the little tree said, ""I can't even turn colors like the maple turns red. I can't help the animals like the mighty old oak. He shelters them all in his wide mighty cloak."" The older tree said, ""Why, little tree, you don't know? The story of a mighty king from the land with no snow?"" Little tree questioned, ""A land with no snow?"" ""Yes!"" said old tree, ""A very old story, from so long ago."" ""A star appeared, giving great light over a manger, on long winter's night. A baby was born, a king of all kings, and with him comes love over all things."" ""He lived in a country all covered in sand, and laid down his life to save all of man."" Little tree thought of the gift given by him, then the big tree said with the happiest grin, ""We're not just trees, but a reminder of that day There's a much bigger part of a role that we play!"" ""For on Christmas eve, my life I'll lay down, in exchange for a happier, loving ground. And as I stand dying, they'll adorn me in trim. This all will be done in memory of him."" ""Among a warm fire, with family and friends, in the sweet songs of Christmas, I'll find my great end. Then ever so gently, He'll come down to see and take me to heaven, Jesus and me."" ""So you see, little tree, we are not like the oak who shelters all things beneath his great cloak. Nor are we like the maple in fall, whose colors leave many standing in awe."" ""The gift that we give is ourselves, limb for limb, the greatest of honor, in memory of him."" The little tree bowed his head down and cried and thought of the king who willingly died. For what kind of gift can anyone give than to lay down your life when you wanted to live? A swelling of pride came over the tree. Can all of this happen Because of just me? Can I really bring honor? By adorning a home? By reminding mankind that he's never alone? With this thought, little tree began singing with glee. Happy and proud to be a true Christmas tree. You can still hear them singing even the smallest in height, singing of Christmas and that one holy night. more by Amy Peterson","Hello everyone. I was raised in Wisconsin among many cold winters and driven to writing by two great, wonderful parents whose imagination left all of their children wide-eyed with excitement during the holidays. I was told by my father that the pines talk when the wind blows....and if you listen...you can hear them. I hope this story will leave your family with an adventure into the woods to hear the pines talking.","Amy Peterson","April 2009",4,1566,938,"{ ""21"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 21, ""category_2.id"": 3, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:08"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" }, ""419"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 419, ""category_2.id"": 65, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:27:26"", ""category_2.title"": ""Christmas Poems"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.6"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Holiday Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 7, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Holiday Poems"" } }" 22,"2018-02-27 21:55:14","If I Were...",4.31,"If I were a queen, I'd rule a mighty land. If I were a princess, I'd take a prince's hand. If I were a soldier, I'd fight a mighty war. If I were a hero, I'd be the best they ever saw. If I were a dancer, I'd dance with such grace. If I were a runner, I'd win every race! If I were an actress, I'd take part in a play, For I can do anything, No matter what you say.","The poem is about a little girl who is asked what she wants to be when she grows up. She answers with things like, ""I want to be a Princess,"" knowing nobody can stop her from following her dreams.","Eva L. Robinson","November 2016",1,2179,295,"{ ""22"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 22, ""category_2.id"": 3, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:08"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 23,"2018-02-27 21:55:22","The Red And White Striped Lighthouse",4.29,"The red and white striped lighthouse, Standing by the sea, As quiet as a mouse, Telling boats where it be. Against the rocks a wave crashes. The lighthouse just stares on. Suddenly some lightning flashes, But he's gonna stare till dawn. The red and white striped lighthouse, Standing by the sea, As quiet as a mouse, Telling boats where it be. He shines his light through the thick fog, As rain darkens the sands. He shines his light through all the smog. On the rocks he proudly stands. The red and white striped lighthouse, Standing by the sea, As quiet as a mouse, Telling boats where it be. The rising sun makes the ocean glisten bright. A couple comes out to see the astonishing sight. There is no need to shine, for it's no longer night, And the lighthouse slowly fades out its light.","My poem's about a determined lighthouse. I wrote this because I used to live by the beautiful ocean.",Ebvor,"April 28, 2017",0,285,58,"{ ""23"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 23, ""category_2.id"": 3, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:08"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 24,"2018-02-27 21:55:26","A Daydream",4.15,"A daydream A world of extreme A fantasy place Or even outer space A place for you Where you can pass through When you're feeling blue and alone A place of your own Where anything goes And there's no shadows A place where smiles gleam And everyone is a team This is my daydream My place of joy and hope","A daydream can help people take control of their lives and give them hope.","Lolo T. Frenchie","April 2, 2017",0,258,47,"{ ""24"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 24, ""category_2.id"": 3, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:08"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 25,"2018-02-27 21:55:33","It's A Special Day",4.02,"Hurry it's a special day. Giddy up and play all day. Eating ice cream and chocolate cake. It's your birthday, let's celebrate!","This poem was written by an eight year old girl for her friend's birthday card!","Andee Siepman","March 2008",1,269,1315,"{ ""25"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 25, ""category_2.id"": 3, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:08"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 26,"2018-02-27 21:55:43","The Dolly",4.02,"The dolly sat upon the shelf in the toy maker's shop all by herself. The dolly only had one eye, so all the children passed her by. They scoffed the dolly; they weren't very kind Then a child came in with a dolly in mind. Her mother led her around the shop. At the shelf with the dolly her mother did stop. The child reached out and felt for the dolly. The toy maker shouted, ""Dear child, I'm so sorry, this dolly is blind; she only has one eye. I've a dolly right here you might like to buy."" ""No, this is the one"" the child said to her mother. ""If I can't have her, I don't want any other."" So off dolly went with the child who was kind, and just like the dolly, this child was blind.","I love writing poetry for children. I love to see their faces light up when I read my poetry to them. The dolly I wrote about had a great response from both young and old. My father read it before anyone and he sat and cried. He thought it was lovely.","Jeanette Cheal","May 7, 2017",0,149,50,"{ ""26"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 26, ""category_2.id"": 3, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:08"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 27,"2018-02-27 21:56:01","I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child",4.00,"Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock, Never want for food or fire, Always get their heart's desire: Jingle pockets full of gold, Marry when they're seven years old. Every fairy child may keep Two strong ponies and ten sheep; All have houses, each his own, Built of brick or granite stone; They live on cherries, they run wild-- I'd love to be a Fairy's child. more Robert Graves","Robert Graves was an English poet who lived from 1895-1985. He became known as a war poet, and he published three books of poetry while on active duty during World War I. This poem was published the same year the war ended, and it can be felt that Robert Graves was writing about his desire for children to face an easier life, one that’s not filled with so much pain, suffering, and unmet needs.","Robert Graves",,0,498,437,"{ ""27"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 27, ""category_2.id"": 3, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:08"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 28,"2018-02-27 21:56:03","Little Boy",4.00,"Little boy, with your eyes so blue, You see the world so shiny and new. He hugs his mommy, leaves his daddy's knee. Time to explore; so much to see. Little boy, with your eyes so blue, So much courage, your fears are few. Will you climb a mountain or brave the sea? What's your wonder? Which will it be? Little boy, with your eyes so blue, Did your travels bring knowledge to you? Are you weary, do you want to go home? Are you destined to forever roam? Little boy, with your eyes so blue, Imagination so big, your yard is too. Where are you going? Where will you be? Hugging mommy from daddy's knee. more by Annette R. Hershey","A child's imagination is limitless, it will take you anywhere. Maybe a child's imagination becomes the key to success as an adult. Little Boy is dedicated to my son, Ryan.","Annette R. Hershey","September 25, 2017",1,125,40,"{ ""28"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 28, ""category_2.id"": 3, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:08"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 29,"2018-02-27 21:56:07","Mrs. Blossom",3.97,"Mrs. Blossom was a witch, we're pretty sure of that, though she didn't have a broomstick, wear a cloak, or pointed hat. She brewed some strange concoctions in her kitchen on her stove. You could smell the deep aroma from her house in Penny Grove. Strange plants grew in her garden. What they were, we never knew, but they seemed to cure most anything, from a little scratch to the flu. We often used to call there, under protest, I might say, to deliver her some groceries. Then we'd try to run away! She'd thank us for our trouble and would offer us some tea, but she scared us when she spoke from where her teeth once used to be! We never saw a book of spells, and she didn't have a cat, but Mrs. Blossom was a witch. We're pretty sure of that!","A group of children, aged about 6 to 9, see an old lady, who lives alone, as a witch, although she is anything but!","Christopher J. Radford","June 12, 2017",0,142,33,"{ ""29"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 29, ""category_2.id"": 3, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:08"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 30,"2018-02-27 21:56:11","Good Dreams",3.91,"Knock, knock! Hush, hush. Good dreams quietly march. Like the fairies, they bring stories and tales, And they sing their song: ""Bala-boo, bala-bash."" They dance, they jump, They play the drum, But when someone in a house wakes up - The good dreams end up their fun. They say ""good day!"" and go away. But when we sleep they start again, Tell their stories, and play, and march And sing their song: ""Bala-boo, bala-bash"".","Hi all. I am a children's book illustrator from Russia. I happen to have my first book published in the US. I also write short children's stories and poems, but I don't really show them to people because I don't know if they are any good. The poem ""Good Dreams"" is actually a part of my own picture book about a tiny bear called Snowflake who wants to know where the good dreams live. This picture book is not published. I wrote it mostly for myself just because I like it.","Olga Matushkina","October 2011",2,206,174,"{ ""30"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 30, ""category_2.id"": 3, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:08"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 31,"2018-02-27 21:56:15",Sick,4.42,"“I cannot go to school today,"" Said little Peggy Ann McKay. “I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I’m going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox And there’s one more--that’s seventeen, And don’t you think my face looks green? My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I’m sure that my left leg is broke-- My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button’s caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained, My ‘pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb. I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what? What’s that? What’s that you say? You say today is. . .Saturday? G’bye, I’m going out to play!” more Shel Silverstein","When children don’t want to do something, they come up with every excuse they can think of to get out of it. There are many kinds of sicknesses children try to convince their parents they have been afflicted with in order to get out of going to school. The character in this poem seems to have come down with every possible illness, but what happens when she realizes it’s not a school day? Shel Silverstein crafts a poem that will resonate with children and adults alike.","Shel Silverstein",,8,11389,1914,"{ ""31"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 31, ""category_2.id"": 4, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:18"", ""category_2.title"": ""Funny Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 32,"2018-02-27 21:56:18",Snowball,4.33,"I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I'd keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away, But first it wet the bed. more Shel Silverstein","Shel Silverstein's (1930-1999) comedic genius is demonstrated in this short, funny poem that is sure to bring a smile to children of all ages and adults as well. Bonus pleasure points: If you're sharing this poem with a child be sure to catch the look on their face as they figure out why snowballs don't make good pets!","Shel Silverstein",,1,2576,237,"{ ""32"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 32, ""category_2.id"": 4, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:18"", ""category_2.title"": ""Funny Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 33,"2018-02-27 21:56:20","Today The Teacher Farted",4.30,"Today the teacher farted. It was an awful smell. It was just like a rotting egg, Straight from the depths of hell! She tried to keep it secret By sitting in a group. But it was really obvious, When she said, ""Who did that poop?"" She screwed her bright, red face up And blamed it all on Claire. But later when I needed help, The stench was round her chair! She avoided my eye contact And ticked my work in green. But she knew that her body smells Were foul and quite obscene. I asked her what that smell was. She said she'd not a clue. I hope to God that eggy smell Was fart and not a poo! Today the teacher farted. My word, what had she ate? I'll always remember what she did, And now I'm thirty eight!","People think teachers are not human, so I thought I would show that they are, being a teacher myself now. They don't sleep in cupboards. They have homes and families and bodily functions! Kids will appreciate the humour!","Emma Briody","May 2014",9,2175,3772,"{ ""33"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 33, ""category_2.id"": 4, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:18"", ""category_2.title"": ""Funny Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 34,"2018-02-27 21:56:27","Hug O' War",4.25,"I will not play at tug o' war. I'd rather play at hug o' war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins more Shel Silverstein",,"Shel Silverstein",,0,238,20,"{ ""34"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 34, ""category_2.id"": 4, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:18"", ""category_2.title"": ""Funny Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 35,"2018-02-27 21:56:33","My Big Fat Cat",4.21,"I own a big fat cat- The fattest for miles around. Wherever there's lots of food, that's where he'll be found. He's really good at eating. It's a talent, I suppose. I'm sure if he keeps at it He'd win the talent shows. I own a big fat cat- He weighs at least a ton He couldn't run to save his life. Yes, he isn't much fun. His favourite room's the kitchen, (I'm sure we all know why). He eats just about everything, So that's why with a sigh... I'd like to tell you, Teacher, I'd like to tell you straight, I might have ""accidentally"" dropped My homework in his plate. more by Christian M. Mitewu","I am new to poetry (having only started last year), but I believe some of my work is quite good quality. Anyway, you be the judge.","Christian M. Mitewu","May 24, 2017",0,2781,360,"{ ""35"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 35, ""category_2.id"": 4, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:18"", ""category_2.title"": ""Funny Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 36,"2018-02-27 21:56:38","When The World Turned Upside Down",4.20,"The day when the world turned upside down: when a frown became a smile and a smile became a frown. When the mice chased the cats the cats chased the dogs. The dogs laughed out loud at the pink and yellow frogs. When you went to bed in the daytime and got up at night. When birds caught the school bus and the cows took flight. When the moon came out in the middle of the day and all of the ocean's fish rolled around in the hay. When the children ruled the world and ice cream was for free and the elephants shrank to the size of a flea. When the grass rained lollipops up to the sky. When you wanted to laugh but could only cry. When magic beans were real and giants very small, you would eat spiders legs so you could creep up the wall. This all happened when the world turned upside down after I went to bed with a smile - not a frown.","I started writing humorous ditties for family and friends many years ago, but since having grandchildren, my desire changed to write humorous rhymes for them. As I write each one, another pops into my head (I currently have 2 on the go at the moment). I now have a small collection of poems.","Margaret A. Savage","February 2017",2,3543,788,"{ ""36"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 36, ""category_2.id"": 4, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:18"", ""category_2.title"": ""Funny Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 37,"2018-02-27 21:56:43","Englksh Is A Pane",4.15,"Hear eye sit inn English class; the likelihood is that eye won't pass An F on my report card wood bee worse than swallowing glass It's knot that eye haven't studied, often till late at knight Butt the rules are sew confusing, eye simply can't get them write Hour teacher says, ""Heed my advice, ewe must study and sacrifice"" Butt if mouses are mice and louses are lice, how come blouses aren't blice The confusion really abounds when adding esses two nouns Gooses are geese, butt mooses aren't meese; somebody scent in the clowns Two ultimatums are ultimata, and a couple of datum are data Sew wouldn't ewe expect it wood bee correct fore a bunch of plums to be plata? And if more than won octopus are octopi, and the plural of ox is oxen Shouldn't a couple of busses bee bussi and a pare of foxes bee foxen? Let's talk about spelling a wile, specifically letters witch are silent Words like ""psychologist"" and ""wreck"" shirley make awl of us violent And another example quite plane witch is really hard two explain If it's eye before e except after sea, then what about feign and reign? The final exam will determine how eye due, weather eye pass ore fail I halve prepared as much as eye can down two the last detail I'm ready two give it my vary best inn just a little wile And then isle take a relaxing wrest on a tropical aisle more by Alan Balter","Hello, I am a retired university professor who had a fulfilling career, spanning 32 years at Chicago State University. Now, in retirement, I fill my time writing fiction, personal essays, and poetry. This keeps my brain cells firing and preserves the sanity of my dear wife. We live in Northbrook, Illinois, and enjoy six children, fourteen grandchildren, and extensive travel.","Alan Balter","October 4, 2017",1,516,74,"{ ""37"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 37, ""category_2.id"": 4, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:18"", ""category_2.title"": ""Funny Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" }, ""352"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 352, ""category_2.id"": 52, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:26:14"", ""category_2.title"": ""Rhyming Poems"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Funny Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 6, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Funny Poems"" } }" 38,"2018-02-27 21:56:49","Dirty Face",4.13,"Where did you get such a dirty face, My darling dirty-faced child? I got it from crawling along in the dirt And biting two buttons off Jeremy's shirt. I got it from chewing the roots of a rose And digging for clams in the yard with my nose. I got it from peeking into a dark cave And painting myself like a Navajo brave. I got it from playing with coal in the bin And signing my name in cement with my chin. I got if from rolling around on the rug And giving the horrible dog a big hug. I got it from finding a lost silver mine And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine. I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears And from having more fun than you've had in years. more Shel Silverstein","Shel Silverstein, who died in 1999, was a singer, song writer, poet and author of many children's books. ""Dirty Face"" is a fun poem to read for both children and adults. Silverstein reminisces fondly about the carefree childhood existence.","Shel Silverstein",,1,2377,811,"{ ""38"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 38, ""category_2.id"": 4, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:18"", ""category_2.title"": ""Funny Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 39,"2018-02-27 21:56:51","Being Brave At Night",4.13,"The other night 'bout two o'clock, or maybe it was three, An elephant with shining tusks came chasing after me. His trunk was wavin' in the air an' spoutin' jets of steam An' he was out to eat me up, but still I didn't scream Or let him see that I was scared - a better thought I had, I just escaped from where I was and crawled in bed with dad. One time there was a giant who was horrible to see, He had three heads and twenty arms, an' he came after me And red hot fire came from his mouths and every hand was red And he declared he'd grind my bones and make them into bread. But I was just too smart for him, I fooled him might bad, Before his hands could collar me I crawled in bed with dad. I ain't scared of nothin that comes pesterin' me at night. Once I was chased by forty ghosts all shimmery an' white. An' I just raced 'em round the room an' let 'em think maybe I'd have to stop an' rest awhile, when they could capture me. Then when they leapt onto my bed, Oh Gee! But they were mad To find that I had slipped away an' crawled in bed with dad. No giants, ghosts or elephants have dared to come in there 'Coz if they did he'd beat 'em up and chase 'em to their lair. They just hang 'round the children's rooms an' snap an' snarl an' bite An' laugh if they can make 'em yell for help with all their might. But I don't ever yell out loud. I'm not that sort of lad, I slip from out the covers and I crawl in bed with dad. more Edgar Guest","During the day children are busy and don't have time to waste worrying about silly monsters, but children lying in bed at night waiting to fall asleep have lots of time to worry about invading giants, ghosts or elephants. To a child's mind, sticking close to an all powerful parent is actually a really sensible survival strategy. Being Brave At Night is published in the book Rhymes Of Childhood (1924), a collection of poems by Edgar A. Guest about home, childhood and family.","Edgar Guest",,0,381,39,"{ ""39"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 39, ""category_2.id"": 4, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:18"", ""category_2.title"": ""Funny Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 40,"2018-02-27 21:56:54","Halfway Down",4.11,"Halfway down the stairs Is a stair Where I sit. There isn't any Other stair Quite like It. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair Where I always Stop. Halfway up the stairs Isn't up And it isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, It isn't in town. And all sorts of funny thoughts Run round my head. It isn't really Anywhere! It's somewhere else Instead! more A. A. Milne","“Halfway Down” is a poem written from a child’s perspective about the special spot in the middle of the staircase. What makes it special is it’s not at the top or bottom, it’s not upstairs or downstairs. It’s in a place all its own. Children have a wonderfully unique way of looking at the world.","A. A. Milne",,1,2360,680,"{ ""40"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 40, ""category_2.id"": 4, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:18"", ""category_2.title"": ""Funny Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }"