A LITTLE MONSTER

I have a little monster
who is helpful as can be.
Every where I travel
He is sure to follow me.

When I pick up my toys
and put them on the shelf,
he will always knock them off,
the helpful impish elf.

And when I tidy dresser drawers
before I push them in,
he strews the contents all around
and leaves them out again.

He steals homework from my backpack.
He pulls hangars from the closet rack.
He knocks down towers that I stack
I wish he'd leave and not come back.

This thug, this thief, this gangster,
my impish elfish, monster prankster.

MY BEST FRIEND JOHN

Knocking at my door

was Monster John

face all white,

waxy and wan.

I was scared.

My cheeks turned red.

Trick-or-treat

was what

Monster John said.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

     See, I'm still playing with this silly rhyme.  This time I've taken the name of my friend and plugged it into the poem.  Do you have a friend who is going trick-or-treating for Halloween?  What costume will he wear?  Can you write your own poem about your friend?

Knocking at my door

was Princess Joy.

She carried a wand,

a children's toy.

I laughed so hard,

my cheeks turned red.

Trick-or-treat,

was what the Princess said.

Happy Halloween.

     All right!  Enough.  But, wouldn't you like to try writing your own Halloween poem and put your name in the poem.  I hope you have a happy Sunday writing poetry.

ANOTHER GHOST POEM

Little Monster
shivered in bed,
he pulled his covers
over his head.

Moans and whispers
gave him a fright,
he thought he heard
a ghost in the night.

His mother asked him,
"What's the big deal?
Ghosts who eat monsters
surely aren't real."


     I thought I was done with ghost poems for a while, then I saw a picture of a kid huddled in bed afraid of the monster hiding under his bed.  I had to write the poem of the monster and the ghost.  I can see a picture book developing from this idea but first I want to finish a story about Guilda a Quail.  Things are picking up.  I hope you are keeping busy.  Can you write another ghost poem today?  If a monster and a ghost were going out together, where would they go?  What would they do?  Oh my goodness, what would happen if a monster, a ghost and an alien were all friends?  (This could start a whole new line of jokes.)  Have fun writing your poem.

Laura over at http://authoramok.blogspot.com/ is hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup.  For more great poems head on over to the party.  Thanks Laura for hosting us all.

MONSTER FRED

My monster Fred
has a clipboard
for his head.

He jots down
memories
makes lists, doodles,
draws figures and rings,
because his brain
is not too good
for remembering things.


     I enjoy writing monster poems.  I have fun mixing things up to make a monster.
Can you make your own monster poem today?  Close your eyes, turn your head.  Now open your eyes.  What is the first thing you see?  Can you make that part of your monster?  Have fun writing a monster poem.

THERE IS A MONSTER

There Is A Monster

There is a monster

all in red

with a great

hairy head.

He is hiding. He is hiding

under my bed.

There is a monster

with sharp yellow teeth

and I see him underneath.

He is hiding. He is hiding

under my dresser.

A mean orange monster

with big floppy ears,

his cheeks are damp

with great big tears.

He is hiding. He is hiding

in my closet.

There is a monster

with a green scaly tail.

He quivers and shakes

to no avail.

He is hiding. He is hiding

in the toy chest.

There is a monster

with a purple furry neck.

He doesn't like me

even a speck.

He is hiding. He is hiding

on the shelf.

There is a monster

with blue eyes.

He wants to wear

a good disguise.

He is hiding. He is hiding

in the trash can.

There is a brown monster

who is a strange fellow.

He is hiding. He is hiding

under my pillow.

There is a monster

with shiny black horns

he is shy and bashful

and all forlorn.

He is hiding. He is hiding

behind the hamper that is full.

All these monsters

I can see.

I wonder what

it can be.

Why are they all

such big scaredies?

They are hiding. They are hiding

away from me.

     I love the idea of furry monsters.  My imagination congers all sorts of interesting creatures.  Do you like monsters too?  OK, so let's try writing a poem about a monster today.  What does your monster look like?  What does your monster do?  Does it make your bed, do your homework, wash your hair?  Remember to use your five senses.  What does it smell like?  What does it eat?

  Have fun writing your monster poem.  Please share with me in the comments below.  Have fun.

The Monster In My Shoe

I do not know
what to do
there's a monster
in my shoe.

He stinks, and smells.
He even reeks.
He dirties my shoes
and makes them squeak.

When I am running
in foot races,
The monster, he
unties my laces.

He makes me stumble.
He makes me fall.
I do not like
this monster at all!

Look here!
This cranky
mean old mister
has rubbed my foot
raw with a blister.

Oh what can I do?
Should I throw out my shoe?


       Thanks to my friend Jeanne Poland, I'm now going to have to think about a verse that includes the monster leaving his toe jam on my feet.  I'm having fun with this monster.  Do you have a favorite monster, does he hide out in your video game or take over the video controller?  Try writing a poem about your monster.  We could have a whole monster party.

There Is A Monster Under My Bed

I'm sorry that I woke you
in the middle of the night.
I'm sure I heard a monster
and it's filled me full of fright.

I'm certain he is sleeping
underneath my comfy bed.
I do not want to wake him,
may I sleep with you instead?

     It is always fun to write poems about monsters.  If you had a pet monster, what fun things would you do with it?  Would you take your monster to school for Show and Tell, would you go roller skating or bowling with your monster?  What do you think would happen if your monster took swimming lessons with you?  Can you write a poem about it?  Have fun.