I Slipped on a Banana Peel
I slipped on a banana peel
and fell and hit my head.
I slipped upon a patch of ice
which nearly killed me dead.
I slipped upon a roller skate
and tumbled into space.
I slipped inside the bathtub
and I landed on my face.
I slipped upon the basement stairs
and on the kitchen floor.
I wish that I could stop myself
from slipping anymore.
So now I only wear my shoes
or boots or clogs or flippers,
but I don’t want to slip again
so I don’t wear my slippers!
— Kenn Nesbitt
Here’s a Silly Poem
Here’s a silly poem.
It has lots of silly things.
It has a silly dragon
with a pair of silly wings.
And on the silly dragon
sits a silly little man,
who has no hat, but always wears
a silly frying pan.
And in his silly frying pan
there sits a silly duck
who drives around in circles
in a silly little truck.
And on the silly truck
there is a silly-looking horn
that, every time you squeeze it,
shoots out silly ears of corn.
The fire-breathing dragon
makes the corn begin to pop.
The man can’t catch it all, which means
a lot of it will drop.
So if you ever see it
raining popcorn from the sky,
look up and you might see
a silly dragon flying by.
— Kenn Nesbitt
You Can Argue with a Tennis Ball
You can argue with a tennis ball
or argue with your hat.
You can argue with bananas
or a broken baseball bat.
You can argue with your locker.
You can argue with your shoe.
You can argue all day long
until your face is turning blue.
You can argue with a pickle.
You can argue with a bee.
It’s a fact that you can argue
with most anything you see.
You can argue with the football field
or argue with the bleachers.
But I’ve found it isn’t very smart
to argue with the teachers.
— Kenn Nesbitt
A Sheep is Asleep On My Sofa
A sheep is asleep on my sofa.
A sheep is asleep on my floor.
A sheep is asleep in the closet,
and seems to be starting to snore.
A sheep is asleep on my dresser.
A sheep is asleep on my bed.
I found when I woke up this morning,
a sheep was asleep on my head.
A few can be found in the corner.
They’re soundly asleep in a heap.
There isn’t a space in my bedroom
that isn’t all covered in sheep.
With so many sheep in my bedroom,
I’m thinking I wasn’t too bright,
and maybe I shouldn’t have asked for
a sheepover party last night.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Sing a Silly Dancing Song
Dance around your bedroom.
Dance around the moon.
Sing a silly dancing song
and ride a red balloon.
Ride it off to Venus.
Ride if off to Mars.
Sing a silly dancing song
and drift among the stars.
Drift upon a moonbeam.
Drift upon a cloud.
Sing a silly dancing song
and float above the crowd.
Float upon the ocean.
Float upon the deep.
Sing a silly dancing song
and sing yourself to sleep.
— Kenn Nesbitt
