fun4children-Requested poems by Shelby M. Forrest

REQUESTED POEMS by Shelby M. Forrest

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A Poem for Little Kevin

My name is Kevin, and I am seven.
My twin sister is Colleen
Little Kayla is nearly two years old,
And Conner is in-between.

Conner is only six years old
And he'll always have to wait
For me, cause when he's seven
I will, of course, be eight.

A terrific big brother I really am
To Kayla, my baby sister
But when she's into my Pokemons,
Her bottom I'd like to blister.

Kevin is in a first grade class
In a grade school in Woodbury
If you ask if he's a good student,
The answer's probably, "Yes, very."

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What if I Were a Toucan

If I were a tropical Toucan bird,
I'd live in rain-soaked trees,
Where the air is nice and humid,
And there's very little breeze.

I would dazzle all the other birds
With my brightly colored plumage,
And I would spend most of my time
Attending to my 'groomage'.
My mirror would be a sparkling pool
Surrounded by shrubs of green.
There I would gaze at my image clear,
And for hours I'd primp and preen.

I would use my giant Toucan bill
To smooth out all my feathers.
So I could wear a sheeny coat
In the damp rain-forest weather.

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Tyler, Dustin, Alexis and Mackenzie

Four little kids are all related,
And two of them are sisters.
The other two, the little boys
Can both be known as misters.

Mackenzie is six, Alexis is five
They own three dogs between them.
Whether male or female I don't know
Because I haven't seen them.

They love all three of their little dogs
Scooter, Dakota and Shootsie.
They love each doggie just the same,
For all of them are cutesie.

Tyler, who is six years old,
Has a dog and a horsie, too.
The doggy's name is Jolie,
And the horse's name is Blue.

Dustin is seven, the oldest kid
Sambo is his dog's name.
If Sambo chews up anything,
Then Dustin gets the blame.

There are five big trucks at Tyler's home
He'd like to drive them all.
A driver of trucks he'd like to be
Some day when he grows tall.

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For a Girl Who's Very Special

Oh my name is little Blair
With the pretty short brown hair
And it's a very special girl I be.

And that is not a wonder,
Because I'm from "down under".
And special people there you always see.

But I'm a VERY special one,
Cause I can beam just like the sun
And all the time I wear a happy face.

It's with my brand new teeth I bite
Just anything there is in sight
And off the table I pull Nana's things

And every single time that I
See our dog Carley passing by
I chase her down and then I pull her tail

Nana says that I am cheeky,
And my high-pitched voice is squeaky,
But with my smile much happiness I bring

I like to laugh and play with toys,
But I'm not interested in boys,
Because, you see, I'm only one year old

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A Poem for Missy Marisa

Missy Marisa is five years old
A little girl with a heart of gold.
Four years she's had a doll of her own.
Though she is five, her doll hasn't grown.

Her doll sleeps with her every night.
She holds it close and hugs it tight.
"My doll does everything with me,
And a baby she will always be."

Her aunt is having a baby soon.
It should arrive sometime in June
And Marisa to the babe will give
A doll of her own with her to live.

She feels each baby needs a doll
To keep with her a long, long while.
Together they can do those things,
That to each other happiness brings.

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A Poem for Sean

A future Pro is little Sean,
He shoots the ball, and it is gone
Right through the hoop for three points more
Whenever he shoots, he ups the score.

Sean had a fish, but the little pet died,
And being just eight, Sean might have cried.
If I were eight and it happened to me,
I would have acted the same as he.

Sean's friends are Kai and Shawn and Nevel.
They like to run and romp and revel.
The four of them make quite a team,
And each one can dream the American Dream.

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A Poem for Kurt From Pennsy

Our friend Kurt from Pennsylvania
Has a touch of dirt-bike mania
He always rides with great abandon
Making dust with best friend Brandon

Kurt gets a big kick out of sports
Cause he's the athletic sort
Some things he likes to kick around
Are soccer balls across the ground.

One hobby of his is collecting things
For this to him some joy does bring
It seems he's always looking for
Another little hot wheel car.

When adventure he's not out to seek
You'll find Kurt playing in the creek
He's splashing mud and skipping rocks,
Gets soaking wet from head to socks

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Creatures of the Sea

Little Matthew wanted to learn about
The creatures of the sea.
And where all species of the sea
Most likely were to be.

He learned about the Orca whale,
The Blue and the mammoth Gray,
Which was larger than the dinosaurs
And many tons did weigh.

He learned about the porpoises,
And how they liked to play.
Dolphins' language he liked to hear,
But he didn't know what they say.

And he also heard of many fish
That could be found in schools.
And he wondered what they studied there.
Did they need to follow rules?

Matthew learned about the sharks,
That most will not cause harm.
But from one shark he'll stay away.
Great White would eat his arm.

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A Girl's Tribute to Dad

Isis believes her dad, indeed,
Is the best dad there can be
"He does so much for his family,
And he means so much to me."

"He's led us to where we are today
With hard work, love and care,
With his goal for more than material gain
And his dedication to share."

"I love him with filial devotion,
With a daughter's appreciation,
So I offer these meager words and thoughts
To him in dedication."

Isis's words in this self-centered world
Are like fresh breath from the sea --
To hear such sentiments thus expressed
Instead of 'What's there for me'.

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A Special Poem for Jamie

See here, my dear, you must not fret.
You rate a poem, too.
So to Jamie, like your sister Kate
This poem is just for you.

Jamie, of course, has many friends
She plays with not just one
There's Anna Scott and Leah, and
There's also Madison.

When she is playing with her friends,
The air is filled with squeals.
Cause she's dressed up with lipstick on
And is prancing in high heels.

Jamie imagines that on a stage
Someday she's bound to be
Her face and name will appear in lights
On a big Broadway marquee.

By then, of course, those four loose teeth,
She easily can replace
For a budding actress can ill afford
A toothless smile on her facet

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Incognito He Would Remain

Hiding behind some brush in the woods
The animal leaves no trace.
Black markings appearing masklike
Adorn his furry face.

In the light his fur is a grayish brown
And shines with a glossy sheen
And around his heavy, bushy tale
Some black rings can be seen.

Why doesn't he show his timid face
From the brush where he resides?
There is reason for his reticence
He hides to save his hide

Perhaps he doesn't relish the thought
Of being the cap for a head.
So incognito he'd like to remain
Staying clear of the hunters instead.

Some night if you would desire to search,
Assisted by light from the moon,
You might just spot the darting bright eyes
Of a shy but cunning raccoon

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Footprints in Time Etched on the Wall

The prints imbedded on this wall
Made by a babe so very small
A babe petite with tiny feet,
So innocent, so very sweet

The one who left these prints you see
An adult soon will grow to be
An adult grown in years, and tall
Soon outgrows footprints on the wall.

But the baby I shall eer recall
Reminded by this memory wall
Here will these footprints always be
Imprinted for posterity.

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For a Girl Whose Name is Tanya

For a girl whose name is Tanya,
With a cat, I believe, called Cleh,
What kind of things should we write about?
What are we going to say?

Well, Tanya is a growing girl
Two years from being a teen.
Since reading is one of her hobbies,
In the library she should be seen.

The other hobby she mentioned, though,
Might just be for a laugh,
But if it's coffee she's going for,
I hope that it's de-caf.

She loves to snuggle with her cat
As close as she can get.
A caring person she must be
To own and love a pet.

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A Smile to Brighten Their Day

Shelby and Garrett , two little girls
In Ms Crossman's Class.
Are full of life and love to play
And romp and run on the grass.

But they have other concerns in life
Beyond playtime and school
For they and their other little friends
Have learned of The Golden Rule

They have heard there are many lonely souls
At Clearfield's Center for Care
They would like to bring some sunshine
Into lives of residents there.

They would like to make their eyes light up
With kind words they will share
And they will give them hugs and smiles
To show them that they care.

From kindness that these children extend,
Their lives will brighten, too.
For whenever you reach out to others,
The benefits double for you.

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Little Brooke From New Iberia

Brooke is a little southern belle
Who lives in New Iberia.
It's not in Italy, Spain or France,
Afghanistan or Syria.

It's found in one of our southern states
Next door to Alabama
By now if you've not guessed the name,
It's the state of Loo'siana.

Brooke has a horsie named Blondie
To ride her now she has found
No longer do any callouses form
From bouncing up and down.

Brooke is seven and in first grade,
And her sister Braylin is one.
Braylin, too, has a horsie to ride --
A stick horse that she rides in the sun

Pebbles is one of her little dogs,
And the other one's name is Beau
Beau would go to school with Brooke
Mrs. Guidry, though, says no.

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Matthew Will be Five

Matthew is a four year old
A pre-school boy is he
But soon a birthday he will have
And five will Matthew be.

He's going to have a party, but
What place for him will do?
Did someone say McDonalds? Yes!
I think I heard that, too.

What little friends will Matthew ask?
Of course, there's Winnie the Pooh
And all of his Power Ranger friends
To mention just a few.

A big fun time his party will be
He'll be glad to be alive,
For only once he'll celebrate
A birthday when he's FIVE.

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A Poem for Little Katie

Let me tell you 'bout a girl.
She's special, I believe
She loves to ride her bike and chase
Her puppy through the leaves.

Katie is a good athlete
And soccer is her game.
She'd like to be a well-known star
And gain a lot of fame.

Katie has a ton of friends,
But her best friends number three
There's Morgan and Michelle, of course,
And also Kimberly.

Katie's only nine years old.
Soon teenage she will reach,
And little Katie then will be
A genuine Georgia Peach!

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Here's to Ayla With a Smila

My little friend Ayla is only age eight,
But her potential is very great.
A bright little girl, she is nobody's fool
Student of the Month she was at her school.

She is a top student in reading and math
Toward getting good grades she is walking a path
She is quite athletic and is holding out hope
For winning a scholarship jumping a rope.

She's a very hard worker, responsible too.
She has tons of friends, both old ones and new
And it's been established and not just a rumor
That our little Ayla has a good sense of humor.

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To a Little Girl Called Gabby

Once there was a little girl.
Her name was Gabriella.
Since she is only six years old,
She doesn't have a fella.

Gabriella never shuts her mouth
That's why they call her Gabby.
She talks so much, she never has
A chance of being crabby.

Gabby loves so many things.
She loves Grandpa and Granny.
She loves her mother very much,
And her favorite Aunty Annie.

She's only in first grade at school,
But she's a little smarty.
And she has fun with Grandpa's dog -
A St. Bernard named Marty.

Marty knocks her to the ground
And slobbers in her face.
Of any chocolate that she eats,
He doesn't leave a trace,

She loves to laugh and romp and run
She loves Three Stooges, too.
The cartoon that she likes the best
Is Scooby, Dooby, Doo.

But Gabby, take that tasty thumb
Out of your mouth, I say.
Or the orthodontist will force your dad
A fortune to him pay.

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