“My Nose” By Dorothy Keeley Aldis
It doesn’t breathe;
It doesn’t smell;
It doesn’t feel
So very well.
I am discouraged
With my nose:
The only thing it
Does is blows.
“Could It Have Been A Shadow?” By Monica Shannon
What ran under the rosebush?
What ran under the stone?
Could it have been a shadow?
Running away alone?
Maybe a fairy’s shadow,
Slipping away at dawn
To guard a gleaming pot of gold
For a busy leprechaun.
Monica Shannon Bio
“The Alligator” By Mary Macdonald
The alligator chased his tail
Which hit him on the snout;
He nibbled, gobbled, swallowed it,
And turned right inside-out.
I cannot find info on Mary Macdonald.
“All poems came from The Random House Boof of Poetry for Children.”
