Sneezles (Monday Poem)

 by A. A. Milne

Christopher Robin

Had wheezles

And sneezles,

They bundled him

Into

His bed.

They gave him what goes

With a cold in the nose,

And some more for a cold

In the head.

They wondered

If wheezles

Could turn 

Into measles,

If sneezles

Would turn

Into mumps;

They examined his chest

For a rash,

And the rest

Of his body for swellings and lumps.

They sent for some doctors

In sneezles

And wheezles

To tell them what ought

To be done.

All sorts and conditions

Of famous physicians

Came hurrying round

At a run.

They all made a note

Of the state of his throat,

They asked if he suffered from thirst;

They asked if the sneezles

Came after the wheezles,

Or if the first sneezle

Came first.

They said, "If you teazle

A sneezle,

Or wheezle,

A measle 

May easily grow.

But humor or pleazle

The wheezle

Or sneezle,

The measle 

Will certainly go."

They expounded the reazles

For sneezles

And wheezles,

The manner of measles

When new.

They said, "If he freezles

In draughts and in breezles,

Then PHTHEEZLES

May even ensue."

Christopher Robin

Got up in the morning,

The sneezles had vanished away.

And the look in his eye

Seemed to say to the sky,

"Now, how to annoy them today.?"

 

 

 

from Now We Are Six

by A. A. Milne

illustrations by Ernest H. Shepard

Dell, 1955

 

 

 

 

I Am Woman (Monday Poem)

by Helen Reddy

 

 

I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back an' pretend
'Cause I've heard it all before
And I've been down there on the floor
No one's ever gonna keep me down again

 

Oh yes I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain
Yes, I've paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can do anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman

 

You can bend but never break me
'Cause it only serves to make me
More determined to achieve my final goal
And I come back even stronger
Not a novice any longer
'Cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul

 

Oh yes I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain
Yes, I've paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can do anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman

 

I am woman watch me grow
See me standing toe to toe
As I spread my lovin' arms across the land
But I'm still an embryo
With a long long way to go
Until I make my brother understand

 

Oh yes I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain
Yes, I've paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to I can face anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman
Oh, I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong

I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong
I am woman

 

 

 

 

https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Helen-Reddy/I-Am-Woman-3

 

 

Wind on the Hill (Monday Poem)

by A. A. Milne

 

 

No one can tell me,

Nobody knows,

Where the wind comes from,

Where the wind goes.

 

It's flying from somewhere

As fast as it can,

I couldn't keep up with it,

Not if I ran,

 

But if I stopped holding

The string of my kite,

It would blow with the wind

For a day and a night.

 

And then when I found it,

Wherever it blew,

I should know that the wind

Had been going there too.

 

So then I could tell them

Where the wind goes  . . . 

But where the wind comes from

Nobody knows.

 

 

 

from Now We Are Six

by A. A. Milne

illustrated by Ernest H. Shepard

Dell, 1955.

 

There is a Land (Monday Poem)

 by Leland B. Jacobs

There is a land---

A marvelous land---

Where trolls and giants dwell;

Where witches

With their bitter brew

Can cast a magic spell;

Where mermaids sing,

Where carpets fly,

Where, in the midst of night,

Brownies dance

To cricket tunes;

And ghosts, all shivery white,

Prowl and moan.

There is a land

Of magic folks and deeds,

And anyone

Can visit there

Who reads and reads and reads.

from Good Books, Good Times

selected by Lee Bennett Hopkins

illustrations by Harvey Stevenson

Trumpet Club, 1990

1212 (Monday Poem)

by Emily Dickinson

 

 

 

A word is dead

When it is said,

Some say.

 

I say it just

Begins to live

That day.

 

 

 

from Wonderful Words: Poems About Reading, Writing, Speaking and Listening

Selected by Lee Bennett Hopkins

Illustrated by Karen Barbour

Simon & Schuster, 2004