Learning - by Judith Viorst

I'm learning to say thank you,
And I'm learning to say please,
And I'm learning to use Kleenes,
Not my sweater , when I sneeze.
And I'm learning not to dribble,
And I'm learning not to slurp,
And I'm learning ( though it sometimes really hurts me)
Not to burp.
And I'm learning to chew softer
When I eat corn on the cob.
And I'm learning that it's much
Much easier to be a slob.

Gloria  - by Joyce Armor

Gloria was perfect
In lots of little ways.
She had at least a million friends
And always got straight A's
I think she was the cutest girl
That I have ever met;
The apple of her mother's eye
And every teacher's pet.

But then one day it happened
The unthinkable, to wit;
Gloria the Perfect
Got a king-sized zit!
Big and red and puffy,
It covered half her brow.
Funny think about it, though -
I like her better now.

Norman Norton's Nostrils -by Colin West

Oh, Norman Norton's nostrils
Are powerful and strong
Hold on to your belongings
If he should come along.

And do not ever let him
Inhale with all his might,
Or else your pens and pencils
Will disappear from sight.

Right up his nose they'll vanish
Your future will be black
Unless he gets the sneezes
You'll never get them back.

Suzanna Socked Me Sunday -by Jack Prelutsky

Suzanna socked me Sunday,
she socked me Monday, too,
she also socked me Tuesday,
I was turning black and blue.

She socked me double Wednesday,
and Thursday even more,
but when she socked me Friday,
she began to get me sore.

"Enough's enough," I yelled at her,
"I hate it when you hit me!"
"Well, then I won't!" Suzanna said -
that Saturday, she bit me.