National Poetry Month – Day 30

I send you flying in the air, warm wind whistling through your hair; you're jumping, jouncing, all around; somersaulting, then you're down, bouncing hard on your behind - but it's such fun, you don't much mind. From When Riddles Come Rumbling: Poems to Ponder by Rebecca Kai Dotlich

National Poetry Month – Day 29

Is he Izzy, Ozzy? by Lou Brooks He's Izzy, isn't he, Ozzy? Izzy oddly says he is, No, I'm Ozzy, Ozzy Iddley, the name of Izzy Oddley's his. Izzy's Ozzy and vice verse-a, And to make the matter worse-a, 'Tis the answer in an Izzy Oddley-Ozzy Iddley quiz. From Twimericks: The book of tongue-twisting limericks.

National Poetry Month – Day 28

Little Boy Blue by Mother Goose Little boy blue, Come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, The cow's in the corn. But where is the boy Who looks after the sheep? He's under a haystack, Fast asleep. From My Mother Goose: a collection of favorite rhymes, songs and concepts by David McPhail