1. My Teacher calls me Sweetie Cakes -- by Kenn Nesbitt
My teacher calls me sweetie cakes.
My classmates think it's funny
to hear her call me angel face
or pookie bear or honey.
She calls me precious baby doll.
She calls me pumpkin pie
or doodle bug or honey bunch
or darling butterfly.
My class is so embarassing
I need to find another;
just any class at all
in which the teacher's not my mother.
When I was a baby by Bruce Lansky
When I was a baby, I burped a good deal,
most often just after a rather good meal.
I burped after carrots. I burped after peas.
I burped after crackers. I burped after cheese.
Whenever I burped, it was quite a sensation.
My mother applauded my brilliant creation.
She oohed and she aahed. She clucked and she cooed.
But now when I burp mother shouts, “YOU’RE SO RUDE!!!”
Magic show by Robert Pottle
I’m going to a magic show.
There is a trick I hope they know.
So I’ll go with my sister dear
and hope they make her disappear.

2. Class Pest by Kathy Kenny Marshall
The boy who sits behind me
Is really, really mean.
He tells me I have cooties and
I smell like a sardine.
He tries to steal my pencils
And my favorite crayons, too.
I wish his folks would move away
And lock him in the zoo.
He cheats on every spelling test
And blames it all on me.
He always pulls my ponytail.
I wish he’d let me be.
He talks too loud, his laugh is weird.
I wish that he were mute.
But the worstest thing about him is…
I think he’s kinda cute.
My Brothe r’s Bear - by Bruce Lansky
My baby brother has a bear
that travels with him everywhere.
He never lets the bear from sight.
He hugs it in his crib at night.
And when my brother’s diaper smells,
the name of the bear is what he yells—
which is a clever thing to do
because my brother named it Pooh.
My Snowman by Neal Levin
My snowman had a lemon nose
And lemons for his ears.
His eyes were made of lemon slices,
Hair of lemon spears.
His teeth were candy lemon drops
That smiled in the shade,
But then the sun came out and turned him
Into lemonade!

3. My Noisy Brother by Bruce Lansky
My brother’s such a noisy kid,
when he eats soup he slurps.
When he drinks milk he gargles.
And after meals he burps.
He cracks his knuckles when he’s bored.
He whistles when he walks.
He snaps his fingers when he sings,
and when he’s mad he squawks.
At night my brother snores so loud
it sounds just like a riot.
Even when he sleeps
my noisy brother isn’t quiet
Still Growing by Bruce Lansky
“My how you’ve grown,”
said my Auntie Sue.
I looked at her waist and said,
“So have you.”
Under the bed by Penny Trzynka
There’s a terrible green monster
who lives beneath my bed.
I hear his long white teeth click.
He’s waiting to be fed.
I shiver underneath my sheets
and squeeze my eyes up tight.
Maybe if I lie real still
he won’t eat me tonight…
He taps me on the shoulder.
I don’t know what to do.
He looks at me and says, “I’m scared!
Can I get in with you?”

4. Turn Off the TV! - by Bruce Lansky
My father gets quite mad at me;
my mother gets upset—
when they catch me watching
our new television set.
My father yells, “Turn that thing off!”
Mom says, “It’s time to study.”
I’d rather watch my favorite TV show
with my best buddy.
I sneak down after homework
and turn the set on low.
But when she sees me watching it,
my mother yells out, “No!”
Dad says, “If you don’t turn it off,
I’ll hang it from a tree!”
I rather doubt he’ll do it,
’cause he watches more than me.
He watches sports all weekend,
and weekday evenings too,
while munching chips and pretzels—
the room looks like a zoo.
So if he ever got the nerve
to hang it from a tree,
he’d spend a lot of time up there—watching it with me.