A Funny Christmas Poem for Kids
by Kenn Nesbitt
Santa brought a bar of soap.
I asked him for a phone, but nope.
I didn't get that brand new phone.
Just soap, and fancy French cologne.
He also brought some new shampoo,
some shower gel, and toothpaste too,
a scented candle for my room,
a dozen bottles of perfume,
deodorant and body spray...
I wonder what he's trying to say?
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I'd Like to Meet an Alien
A Funny Alien Poem for Kids
by Kenn Nesbitt
I'd like to meet an alien.
Yeah, wouldn't that be neat?
I'm sure there's not another
creature I would rather meet.
I wouldn't care if he was big,
or medium, or tiny,
or if his skin was rough and tough,
or super smooth and shiny.
I'd like him if his head were bald
or covered up with hair.
I'd like him if his face were round,
triangular, or square.
He could be colored black and white,
or yellow, red, and green.
He might be awfully dirty
or meticulously clean.
I'd like him if he whispered
and I'd like him if he yelled.
I'd like him if he used perfume
or positively smelled.
It wouldn't matter much to me
if he was soft or scaly,
or if he danced the rhumba
or he played the ukulele.
He could look like a lizard
or be furry and mammalian.
I'd simply like to scare my mom
by bringing home an alien.
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Please Don't Read This Poem
by Kenn Nesbitt
It's only meant for me.
That's it. Just move along now.
There's nothing here to see.
Besides, I'm sure you'd rather
just go outside and play.
So put the poem down now
and slowly back away.
Hey, why are you still reading?
That isn't very nice.
I've asked you once politely.
Don't make me ask you twice.
I'm telling you, it's private.
Do not read one more line.
Hey! That's one more. Now stop it.
This isn't yours; it's mine.
You're not allowed to read this.
You really have to stop.
If you don't quit this instant,
I swear I'll call a cop.
He'll drag you off in handcuffs.
He'll lock you up in jail,
and leave you there forever
until you're old and frail.
Your friends will all forget you.
You won't be even missed.
Your family, too, will likely
forget that you exist.
And all because you read this
instead of having fun.
It's too late now, amigo;
the poem's nearly done.
There's only one solution.
Here's what you'll have to do:
Tell all your friends and family
they shouldn't read it too.
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