Poems In English

Underneath the cabbages the caterpillar sat. Drowsing in the sunshine It thought of this and that. I led a rather lazy life Just lying there in style- When hungry it just nibbled At the cabbage for a while. Now, caterpillars have to change And one day very soon, It started working steadily To weave a tight cocoon. Within this cozy …

Three brown camels came down the track, Under the shining star, Each carried a king upon his back, Gold, frankincense and myrrh. Caspar, king of Chaldea, sat astride, Under the shining star, Regal, noble and full of pride, Gold, frankincense and myrrh. Melchlor, king of Pamphylia, sat, Under the shining star, Strong and fearless, a warrior great, Gold, frankincense and …

They are cheering on the shore As each panda takes his oar; They are gathered by the river for the race. But the starter waves his flag And a boat beings to sag, For the elephants are filling every place! But they keep themselves afloat In their wobbly little boat, And are past the panda crew around the creek. But …

My beak is yellow, My feathers are black, I’m a cheery fellow Who answers you back. High in the tree I sing my song, I’m glad to be free, The whole day long. I like crumbs, Or a juicy red berry; And lots of plums To make me merry. I am a blackbird So happy and gay, And I hope …

Alfred Armadillo was a funny little thing, He had a special problem For his armour was too thin! Sticks and stones bounced off his friends While all they did was crouch; But bruised and battered Alfred Muttered “Ooh” and “Ow” and “Ouch.” He covered himself up with leaves But that was not enough. An armadillo’s armour Must be very, very …

My Mommy Helps Me (Sung to: “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean”) My mommy helps me when I’m sick. My mommy helps me when I’m blue. My mommy helps me when I’m sad. Thanks, Mom, for all that you do! You help, you help, You help me feel so much better. You help, you help, You help me feel so …

Ten little fingers! Ten little toes! Two little ears! And one little nose! Two little eyes that shine so bright! And one little mouth! To kiss Mama Good Night. ∼ Sanjay Ahluwalia

I could paint a poem On your back With a Chinese brush And India ink. And then, with a razor Or pin or sliver of bamboo And a stolen hotel towel (to daub the blood and excess black), I could make it Permanent. I have seen this done Before on television And in movies. But You would never allow This …

I got my first real six string Bought it at the five and dime Played it till my fingers bled Was the summer of ‘69 Me and some guys from school Had a band and we tried real hard Jimmy quit, Jody got married I should’iv known we’d never get far Oh when I look back now That summer seemed …

You may find this strange but true… An Odd of English Plurals We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes, But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, Yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a lone mouse or a nest full …