The Savvy Click Magazine Presents:
VERSES & POEMS
 

Poetry by Sandy Green:

 

 

MISS CRANKY PANTS

 

Miss Martin moved my seat today

It’s not because I’m bad

She stuck me next to mean Janine

That made me really mad.

 

Jan’s bottom won’t stay in her chair

She argues and she rants

She throws her markers on the floor

I called her Cranky Pants.

 

She said, “It’s not my pants, you see,

“that make me very cross.

“My sneakers pinch my toesies so,

“if only I were boss.

 

“I’d let everyone go barefoot,

“in sunshine, rain, and snow

“Their feet could laugh and giggle.

“and play at tic-tac-toe.”

 

I took her sneakers in my hands

And loosened all the ties

She slipped them on and then she beamed,

“They’ve grown another size!”

 

BIRTHDAY CAKE WISHES  

What’s better than a wishbone?

Or three wishes from a genie?

A four leaf clover’s hard to find

because it’s teeny-weeny.

 

Will you bend backward on the wall

to kiss that Blarney Stone?

it’d be easier for you

to play the saxophone.

 

What’s better than the first star

Seen in a velvet sky?

Or throwing pennies in a well

And trying to stay dry?

 

Seven dancing candles

Are on my birthday cake

A wish for each one means

Seven wishes I can make!

 

GO TO BED

 

Mommy tapped her watch and said,

“Now it’s time to go to bed.”

 

Like a cat, I slink upstairs

Brush my teeth and teddy bear’s

 

On my raft-bed, fun begins

Overboard, I see shark fins

 

Magic carpet ride takes flight

Soaring higher than a kite

 

With a flashlight then I went

Camping with my blanket tent

 

Can’t begin to let Mom see

Bedtime is all right with me!

 

Sandy Green writes poems and stories for children in northern Virginia where she lives with her husband and two children.  Her work has been published, or is forthcoming, in Fandangle Magazine, Dragonfly Spirit, and KidVisions.  She loves to volunteer in the library at her local elementary school.

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