Tony J Moon
Poems in this Bookin page order
DimbleZoomThe Umble FlyLittle KiwiRainLocksmithQuinnMr SmithSummers DayFlysWellingtonsRatsClockwork PigSnarkBy the WayManderin DuckSuddenlyWaterRiversArmadilloWheels
Book 1Tony’s Poetry Level 2
Tony On The Moon’s Fun Poetry
byTony J Moon
Tony J Moon
The HowThis is part of a series of poetry books is arranged in
groups of difficulty ranging from 1 to 5. The easiest is group1, the hardest group 5. It is not just that group 1's are shorter,they are the easiest to read, be spoken or remembered. Theygradually rise to group 5 which have slightly older concepts.There is no bad language or offensive words anywhere in thesepoems.1 - short easy rhyming 2 - medium easy rhyming3 - medium long rhyming 4 - medium complex5 - bugger concepts These PDF books are best viewed with the free Adobe Acrobat Reader.
The WhatTowards this end I have
created a series of verse thatshould appeal to the young of allages. Some word rhymes, syllablegames, others have deeper levelsof meaning. The verse scan andare easily learned for fun andgames.
The Why What How and Who
The WhyIt is the shame of our times that the
rhymes and verse most quoted, recitedand trawled up again and again are on themost part hundreds of years old. Myinterest is trying to put a more moderngroup of verse into the public domain. Bynow children should be skipping to rhymesother than sixteenth century accounts ofthe black death.
Fun illustrated rhyming poems for young(and old) children to sing and recite.
All these poems are royalty free and can be copiedused printed and distributed, scrawled on walls, dancedto and generally treated as if they were something to beenjoyed rather than just scary poetry.
and the Who see end cover...
All About Tony Moon's Fun Poetry
Tony J MoonDimble
Wet feet Quite new thingFor Dimble, Poor dogFew days Small sizeBright eyes, First lookBig world There outside,Funny place OutsideWetness falling, Wet tailWet coat Wet all over,Can't chew Wetness, >2
>2Sniff it Kick it,Tried hard To chase it,Bite it, Frighten itAway, Funny stuffWetness, Poor oldDimble, Drips fellSlowly From hisNose, Not likeBig world Dimble thinking,Better inside By niceWarm fire.
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Zoom,zoom Mucktick Goom,He was a bumble Of the queensOwn flight,
Zoom,zoom Mucktick Goom,He was a bumble Who knowsWhat's right,
Duty called, Old Mucktick Goom,He flew from the hive In the morningLight,
Death and glory, To the endHe'd fight Defending the hiveWith all his might,
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The day was long The dayWas bright, He found no glory,He found no fight,
Zoom zoom Mucktick GoomHe found no death By the evening light,
Honey and nectar In the hiveTonight, He turns back homeOn the days last flight,
Zoom,zoom, Mucktick Goom,He's not as daft As weAssume.
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Tony J MoonUmble Fly
The Umble Fly The Umble fly,No one minds The Umble fly,
The Umble Fly Eats Umble Pye,That's why it's called The Umble Fly,
The Tick Tack tree Is very small,No one knows It's there at all,
The Tick Tack tree Attracts the fly,It eats the leaves And makes it die,
It's quite unknown To find this fly,So no one minds The Umble Fly.
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Little Kiwi
A small little Kiwi Was feeling so sad,He wanted to fly See the world from the sky,Trees from above The on his feathers,
Feeling quite down He pulled at some string,A baloon was caught In the branches above,Somthing the Kiwi Was quite unaware,
The baloon gently rose Kiwi hung on,His eyes grew wider As higher he went,The world was below For now,He was actually flying.
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Rain
I think rain Is quite diverting,It's better than cream cakes Or muffins and jam,It trickles right down To my toes,It's better than sun And twice as much fun,You can kick it around In the road.
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Locksmith Quin
Locksmith Quin Had a hat of tin,He bought it in the market, And kept it in a bin,He had a ginger cat An a dog called vin,But he's nothing of a soldier Is locksmith quin,He went to join the army They would'nt let him in,He went to join the navy They said its not for him,He also keeps a turtle In an old tin bath,But he's nothing of a soldier Is locksmith Quin.
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Tony J MoonMr Smith
Mr Smith Liked the rain,He said It reallyCooled his Brain,He never wore A coatOr hat, He never caughtA cold At that,When a Thunder cloudCame by, >2
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Mr SmithWould be Outside,He,d take His teaAnd morning cake, To standFor hours Getting wet,There's nothing Mr SmithLikes more, Than a jollyGood Down pour.
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Tony J MoonSummers Day.
On a summers day, say, The grass isThe grass is Say,Blowing Blowing in the breeze, say,
On a summers day A summers day,The cows are Cows are,Lowing To the sun, say, >2
>2To the fun of the clouds The treesAnd the bees, Rabbits runSparrows sing, Badger slumbers on, and on,
The sun is young A summers heart,Lazy dogs Skylark sing,Promise now We will never part. Page 8
Tony J MoonFlies
I like flies They're very small,They don't take Much roomAt all,
They buzz around Or sit a bit,Don't need walks Or thingsLike that,
Don't need a kennel Or a box,Don't need a special PlaceTo be, >2
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Don't need feeding Cleaning out,They fly about OrLaze around,
They don't pine When you go out,Don't much care If you'reNot there,
So if you want A pet to bye,Why not try A littleFly.
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Wellingtons
Real yellow wellingtons Stand upon there own,They astound you Dumbfound you,They throw themselves At you,They display An array,Of tempestuous Abandon,And show out There owner,To be of Good taste,So never despair Rush out forA pair, And showThe whole world, You'reA swell.
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Rats
Perhaps some rats Are quite nice chaps,But none of them play tennis, I don't mind miceOr hedgehogs, Although their games not good,I'll play a bear Or kangarooBut rats they don't play tennis, A mallabooWill win right through And never loose a service,There's scraggy bats And handsome cats,Whose game is quite inspiring, There are big baboonsAnd small raccoons, I'll even play a gerbil,There sporting chaps Who like some fun,But rats they don't play tennis.
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Tony J MoonClockwork Pig
Mr Potterly Owns a shop,Inside which There's a great big clock,
When I was small Say two foot four,I'd see the clock With its great oak door,
I used to think The door was wobblyI wanted to go And walk inside, >2
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Living there Is a manCalled Button, And he's gotA clockwork pig,
He winds it up And lets it rumble,Up the side And through a thimble,
Mr Potterlys Shops not there,They pulled it down Which isn't fair.
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Tony J MoonSnark
Keeper Weeper Early dawning,Out his door He skipped One morning,On his porch Found a basket,With the label Take good care,Keeper Weeper Looked in basket,There he found A big surprise, >2
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Sitting there Quite contented,Looking up Enormous grin,Could it be The last remaining,Famous both In verse and prose,Long forgotten How could it be,Was this the last The one and only,A real surviving Elusive,Snark.
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By the way.
Puddings and trees Silly old cats,Places to put A new bike,Teachers and squeakers And owls at night,They don't make a sound When they fly,Ticking faster Clocks are afterEvery loose moment Of time,Missing a train No longer a strain,Talking to Someone like you.
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Tony J MoonMandarin Duck
The Mandarin Duck Was rather in luck,The wind it was blowing The way he was going,To Scotland To have a short break,He had taken his hat A mack and a sponge,He had been there before In what they call summer,
The Mandarin Duck Had been in the Zoo,Being looked at For most of the summer,It is very hard work Being watched every day,The keeper of ducks Detected the strain,Said take a week off Go find some rain,It is so much more fun When he rain has begun,If you are in luck And a Mandarin Duck. Page 15
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Suddenly.
Suddenly now I hear a cow,The song of summer In my eyes,The smell of hay A dawning day,Where squirrels scratch And chickens hatch,Beneath A summer sun,
Dancing bats Summer hats,A crows long nose A trees new leaves,Boxing hares New deck chairs,The dancing hours Of chocolate flowers,Reflect A summer sun,Suddenly its summer.
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Water
The water came down In gigantic great showers,Down from the clouds For hours and hours,The water was splashing The water was wet,The water was wetter Than wet can get,It soaked down my wellies It got up my mack,It even splashed Got under my hat,Running or standing Or hiding in trees,I had to accept I was bound to be wet.
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Tony J MoonRivers.
Rivers are Rushing,Rivers are Free,Rivers are racing Down to the sea,Sparkling shining Splash over rocks,Never you bother I'm washingMy socks,
Were you a Spring,From deep Underground,Up in the mountains With barely a flow,Were you a ditch A long time ago,You feel so Cold,When I dip in My toe, >2
>2Home to the Ducks,Happy green Frogs,Bath to the Sparrows,And scratchy old Dogs,Yet still Of an evening,Reflecting a cow,
Gurgle and flow This wayAnd that, Fish swimmingStrongly, How quicklyThey go, Lean too far overDropped in my hat, Please Mr River,Give it me Back.
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Tony J MoonArmadillo
An Armadillo's happy When he's sleeping in the sun,An Armadillo's happy When he has a little run,And he's very happy When he finds some ants to eat,For armadillo's happy He's never sad at all,
An Armadillo's happy When he rolls up in a ball,An Armadillo's happy When he bumps into a wall,And he rocks with laughter When the rain begins to fall,For Armadillo's happy He's never sad at all,
An Armadillo's happy When he's playing with a twig,An Armadillo's happy When he's running from a pig,And he's so delighted When he finds out where he is,For an armadillo's happy He's never sad at all. Page 19
Tony J MoonWheels
Wheels are round, Like the soundOf the ground, ScrunchingOr crunching, They clatter around,Air ones Repaired ones,Some very wide, Soft onesLike sponges, They're bungesTo use In the rain,They whoosh And they swoosh,Wheels on their way Doubt itOr shout it, You never wouldGuess it They're eversoHappy, When they'reGoing round.
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DodgyPublicationsfrom the moonfirst eddition 2013update 21-04-2014
The Who
If you have reached this far you might bewanting to know something about the writer. Thetrouble is I do not really want everybody to knowall about me, it has taken me years to give peoplethe impression that I am normal. I am not going todestroy all that by telling all here.
Only on dark moonless nights do pick up thegolden quill of Shakespeare and try to make theworld a better prose for good words to live in.
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Tony on the Moon’s Fun Poetry - Level 2 - Book 1 - 2014
Shakespeares quill Is beginning to stir,Tony has dipped it In the ink pot,What prose will form What words will flow,But the ink pot falls over And all that now flows,Is dirty black ink All over his cloths.
