Strange Children’s Poems and a Special Appearance of a Tyger

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There are some very strange poems out there that are geared toward children. Many are nonsense rhymes, which I tend to stay away from, because I get nothing out of them. I like ones that tell a story, ones that really make you picture what’s happening!

The first one we will look at is a short one. It’s hard for me to tell for sure who actually wrote I Eat My Peas with Honey. One source states that it is Unknown, another states that it is Ogden Nash, and yet another I have seen states that it is Shel Silverstein. Since I’m not positive of the author, I am going to leave it as Unknown.

I Eat My Peas with Honey

I eat my peas with honey;

I’ve done it all my life.

It makes the peas taste funny,

But it keeps them on the knife.

Unknown

This next one just had SOMETHING. You can call it pizzazz! 🙂 It captures life, simply, and reminds us of the funny little times we have with family that makes life worthwhile!

Daddy Fell into the Pond

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.

We had nothing to do and nothing to say.

We were nearing the end of a dismal day,

And there seemed nothing beyond,

Then Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,

And Timothy danced for sheer delight.

“Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!

He’s crawling out of the duckweed.”

Click!

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,

And doubled up, shaking silently,

And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft

And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.

O, there wasn’t a thing that didn’t respond

When Daddy fell into the pond!

Alfred Noyes

Poor Dear Old Dad! Aren’t we always laughing at this poor guy’s expense?

The last one we will talk about is a very famous poem. It’s not strange, per se, but I have included it in this post because my little sister learned it as a kid, and I have loved it ever since. There is a book she read that is called In the Forests of the Night that has this poem featured, and there is also a Doctor Who episode titled In the Forest of the Night. This poem is called The Tyger, and it was written by William Blake. This one’s for Vic.

The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,

And watered heaven with their tears,

Did he smile his work to see?

Did He who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake

Tell us, what might be your favorite ‘strange’ poems from your childhood? Let us know in the comments!

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