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I learned to enjoy poetry as a young child hearing my stepmother read aloud.  I enjoyed serious as well as humorous poetry, but the humorous probably had the greatest impact on me.  Two of these poems, as I remember them, are presented here.  The authors are unknown to me.



 

 
 
 

 

The Moo Cow Moo

My papa held me up to the Moo Cow Moo
So close I could almost touch,
And I fed him a couple of times or so,
And I wasn't a 'fraid-cat, much.

But if my papa goes in the house,
And my mama she goes in too,
I keep still like a little mouse
For the Moo Cow Moo might Moo.

The Moo Cow's tail is a piece of rope
All raveled out where it grows;
And it's just like feeling a piece of soap
All over the Moo Cow's nose.

And the Moo Cow Moo has lots of fun
Just switching his tail about,
But if he opens his mouth, why then I run,
For that's where the moo comes out.

The Moo Cow Moo has deers on his head,
and his eyes bug out of their place,
and the nose of the moo cow moo is spread
all over the end of his face.

His feet ain't nothin but finger nails,
and his mammy don't keep them cut;
and he gives folks milk in water pails
if you don't keep his handles shut.

Now if you or me pulls them handles
the Moo Cow Moo says it hurts,
but our hired man he sits close by
and squirts and squirts and squirts

                           Edmund Vance Cooke



 


 
 
 
 

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Please stop me if your've heard this plan,
(It's ancient as the dickens)
Of how a very stingy man
Thought he'd get rich with chickens.

Said he, "I'll not feed corn or wheat,
I can't afford to buy it;
But sawdust should be good to eat,
I'll get a hen and try it."

So he mixed sawdust with some oats,
And bought a female chicken,
And whe waxed fat, like thrifty shoats,
And did not die, nor sicken.

So day by day this thrifty guy,
Who should have had his jaw bust,
Cut down the oats, till bye and bye
He fed her naught buy sawdust.

And she laid eggs, and all went well,
Until one day he set her,
And in three weeks she hatched out, well...
Her hatch could have been better.

For oh, my friends, from out those eggs,
Instead of domineckers,
There came two chickens with peg legs,
And thirteen...yes...woodpeckers!

           Author Unknown


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 

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