Tooth Traffic
©1996 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I am losing my teeth
one by two, two by three;
and they’re growing back
crooked as crooked can be.
Some curve left, some curve right,
but not one tooth goes straight.
My two front teeth are posed
in a large figure eight!
From the way things look now
it should not be too long
till the front ones grow back
where the back ones belong.
A disaster, because
what will happen, you see,
is the back ones will grow
where the front ones should be.
It’s a traffic jam!
Tooth Traffic! Out of Control!
SOS! Red Alert!
Subject needs Tooth Patrol!
Send a uniformed molar
as fast as you can
©1996 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I am losing my teeth
one by two, two by three;
and they’re growing back
crooked as crooked can be.
Some curve left, some curve right,
but not one tooth goes straight.
My two front teeth are posed
in a large figure eight!
From the way things look now
it should not be too long
till the front ones grow back
where the back ones belong.
A disaster, because
what will happen, you see,
is the back ones will grow
where the front ones should be.
It’s a traffic jam!
Tooth Traffic! Out of Control!
SOS! Red Alert!
Subject needs Tooth Patrol!
Send a uniformed molar
as fast as you can
to direct all these teeth
back to where they began.
back to where they began.
This site contains poetry written by Susan Noyes Anderson. Poems printed on this website may be used entirely free of charge, for non-commercial purposes only, provided that I have been notified by e-mail and that the copyright information is clearly visible on ALL copies as shown. Authors, publishers, composers and other artists, etc. must contact me personally for specific permissions.
Right-Side-Up
©1995 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I’m glad the world is right-side-up
instead of upside-down.
With the oceans topsy-turvy,
I’m afraid someone might drown.
All the floors would turn to ceilings, while
the roof would be the ground.
Going upstairs would be downstairs
(and the other way around).
Mom would always say, “Come on kids,
time to pick down all these toys!”;
while our dad would yell, “Pipe up!”, when
we were making too much noise.
Every frown would be a smile, and
every smile would be a frown.
Aren’t you glad the world is right-side-up
instead of upside-down?
©1995 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I’m glad the world is right-side-up
instead of upside-down.
With the oceans topsy-turvy,
I’m afraid someone might drown.
All the floors would turn to ceilings, while
the roof would be the ground.
Going upstairs would be downstairs
(and the other way around).
Mom would always say, “Come on kids,
time to pick down all these toys!”;
while our dad would yell, “Pipe up!”, when
we were making too much noise.
Every frown would be a smile, and
every smile would be a frown.
Aren’t you glad the world is right-side-up
instead of upside-down?
Hair Platoon
©1994 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Poem Train
My hair marches across my head.
Left face. Right face. Full speed ahead.
A hair platoon, in disarray,
With soldiers who will not obey.
Some stepping here. Some strutting there.
Some standing straight up in the air
At full attention, as they please.
I’ve had enough, Hair. Stand at ease.
Obey my orders. Call me ‘Sir.’
Dismissed. Fall out!
(Oops).
As you were.
©1994 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Poem Train
My hair marches across my head.
Left face. Right face. Full speed ahead.
A hair platoon, in disarray,
With soldiers who will not obey.
Some stepping here. Some strutting there.
Some standing straight up in the air
At full attention, as they please.
I’ve had enough, Hair. Stand at ease.
Obey my orders. Call me ‘Sir.’
Dismissed. Fall out!
(Oops).
As you were.
Hat Trick
©1993 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I have a bright red fireman’s hat.
My favorite toy, imagine that!
I help to put out fires and then
I climb back on my truck again.
But when the fires are all at bay,
I turn my hat the other way,
and PRESTO! I’m a jungle star––
Safari Sam from Zanzibar!
I track a tiger to its lair,
then face it down with my fiercest glare.
Uh-oh. It’s growling, a terrible sound!
I quickly turn my hat around,
and ZAP! I’m a boy with a fireman’s hat,
safe at home with my pussycat.
©1993 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I have a bright red fireman’s hat.
My favorite toy, imagine that!
I help to put out fires and then
I climb back on my truck again.
But when the fires are all at bay,
I turn my hat the other way,
and PRESTO! I’m a jungle star––
Safari Sam from Zanzibar!
I track a tiger to its lair,
then face it down with my fiercest glare.
Uh-oh. It’s growling, a terrible sound!
I quickly turn my hat around,
and ZAP! I’m a boy with a fireman’s hat,
safe at home with my pussycat.
Pox Stampede
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Clubhouse
The pox! The pox!
I’ve got the pox!
Behind my knees.
Under my socks.
Below my feet.
Between my toes.
Way down my throat.
Inside my nose.
I’ve got more pox
than hives have bees
or nests have birds
or forests, trees.
This many pox
I do not need.
I’m going to start
a pox stampede.
I’ll whistle, wave
my arms and shout:
“Giddup there, pox.
We’re movin’ out!”
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Clubhouse
The pox! The pox!
I’ve got the pox!
Behind my knees.
Under my socks.
Below my feet.
Between my toes.
Way down my throat.
Inside my nose.
I’ve got more pox
than hives have bees
or nests have birds
or forests, trees.
This many pox
I do not need.
I’m going to start
a pox stampede.
I’ll whistle, wave
my arms and shout:
“Giddup there, pox.
We’re movin’ out!”
Full Count
©1995, Susan Noyes Anderson, Fan
“You’re out! You’re out!
Strike Three! You’re out!”
“No way. Ball Four!
Ball four!” I shout.
“What are ya, blind?
Inside and low!
Honest. I swear.
It grazed my toe!
It hit my toe,
then bit the dirt.
I’ll take my base.
Leggo my shirt!
You made a bad call!
Tell the truth.
If that’s Strike Three,
then I’m Babe Ruth!"
©1995, Susan Noyes Anderson, Fan
“You’re out! You’re out!
Strike Three! You’re out!”
“No way. Ball Four!
Ball four!” I shout.
“What are ya, blind?
Inside and low!
Honest. I swear.
It grazed my toe!
It hit my toe,
then bit the dirt.
I’ll take my base.
Leggo my shirt!
You made a bad call!
Tell the truth.
If that’s Strike Three,
then I’m Babe Ruth!"
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
The Middle of In Between
©1994 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I am stuck
in the middle
of in between.
My eyes are not blue
but they’re not really green.
If you’re short, I look tall.
If you’re tall, I look short.
I am neither the best nor
the worst at my sport.
I’m much more than a baby,
much less than a teen...
Smack dab
in the middle
of in between.
©1994 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I am stuck
in the middle
of in between.
My eyes are not blue
but they’re not really green.
If you’re short, I look tall.
If you’re tall, I look short.
I am neither the best nor
the worst at my sport.
I’m much more than a baby,
much less than a teen...
Smack dab
in the middle
of in between.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Sloppy Joes Are Sick
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Sloppy Joes are really sick.
Maybe they’re cheap.
I guess they’re quick.
But tell me, do you really think
adults would eat these
once a week,
or even touch one
once a week?
They make a mess
from cheek to cheek.
These sloppy joes are really rough.
Your fingers turn red
from the slimy stuff.
It runs down your arms
and ends up on your cuff,
then your mom says you’re not
being careful enough.
So come on, kids––
Get on your feet.
Blow all your lids;
refuse to eat!
Let it be known both near and far
that cafeteria workers are
required by human decency
(and if they aren’t, they sure should be)
to give us food that doesn’t drip;
and here’s a helpful little tip...
Neat Joes is what we’re looking for.
Neat Joes, Neat Joes forevermore!
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Sloppy Joes are really sick.
Maybe they’re cheap.
I guess they’re quick.
But tell me, do you really think
adults would eat these
once a week,
or even touch one
once a week?
They make a mess
from cheek to cheek.
These sloppy joes are really rough.
Your fingers turn red
from the slimy stuff.
It runs down your arms
and ends up on your cuff,
then your mom says you’re not
being careful enough.
So come on, kids––
Get on your feet.
Blow all your lids;
refuse to eat!
Let it be known both near and far
that cafeteria workers are
required by human decency
(and if they aren’t, they sure should be)
to give us food that doesn’t drip;
and here’s a helpful little tip...
Neat Joes is what we’re looking for.
Neat Joes, Neat Joes forevermore!
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Rhymetime
©1995 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
Sometimes when no one else can play
I make up silly rhymes to say,
like pink ink stinks and bugs hug rugs
and thugs lug buggy rugs away.
If flies buy pies and guys fly by,
what kind of world does that imply?
Would nine swine dine on porcupine
to stick a needle in their sty?
If bees’ knees freeze, then what of fleas?
Do fleas’ knees freeze as much as bees’?
How high the sky? Can dry eyes cry?
My head is buzzing. Tell me, please.
Once I begin, I must admit
it takes a bit of grit to quit.
That’s why I play rhymetime until
my mother has a fit. That’s it.
©1995 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
Sometimes when no one else can play
I make up silly rhymes to say,
like pink ink stinks and bugs hug rugs
and thugs lug buggy rugs away.
If flies buy pies and guys fly by,
what kind of world does that imply?
Would nine swine dine on porcupine
to stick a needle in their sty?
If bees’ knees freeze, then what of fleas?
Do fleas’ knees freeze as much as bees’?
How high the sky? Can dry eyes cry?
My head is buzzing. Tell me, please.
Once I begin, I must admit
it takes a bit of grit to quit.
That’s why I play rhymetime until
my mother has a fit. That’s it.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Spinning Machine
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Have you ever gone spinning round and round
till the ceiling looks just like the ground
and the ground looks kinda like the walls
and you’re caught in a whirlwind where everything falls
up and down, topsy turvy, like some crazy ride
so you’re feeling all funny and tickly inside
and you want it to end, but in some way you don’t
then your mom says that you’d better stop, but you won’t?
Well that’s just what happens to me all the time.
I’m a spinning machine and I’m right in my prime.
If you never spin, try it. You’ll like how it feels.
Just make sure you don’t do it too soon after meals.
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Have you ever gone spinning round and round
till the ceiling looks just like the ground
and the ground looks kinda like the walls
and you’re caught in a whirlwind where everything falls
up and down, topsy turvy, like some crazy ride
so you’re feeling all funny and tickly inside
and you want it to end, but in some way you don’t
then your mom says that you’d better stop, but you won’t?
Well that’s just what happens to me all the time.
I’m a spinning machine and I’m right in my prime.
If you never spin, try it. You’ll like how it feels.
Just make sure you don’t do it too soon after meals.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
I Got the Bug
©1995 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
My eyes are all red
and my nose is all runny.
The words that I say
sound a little bit funny.
My ears are plugged up and
my throat's kinda scratchy.
The skin on my cheeks looks
all reddish and patchy.
My forehead is hot
but I feel kinda cold.
I am really a pitiful
sight to behold.
No big deal, you are thinking,
it's only the flu.
Just a few days in bed
and you'll be good as new.
Lotsa times I'd agree
but this time there's no way.
This is not my idea of
a happy birthday!
©1995 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
My eyes are all red
and my nose is all runny.
The words that I say
sound a little bit funny.
My ears are plugged up and
my throat's kinda scratchy.
The skin on my cheeks looks
all reddish and patchy.
My forehead is hot
but I feel kinda cold.
I am really a pitiful
sight to behold.
No big deal, you are thinking,
it's only the flu.
Just a few days in bed
and you'll be good as new.
Lotsa times I'd agree
but this time there's no way.
This is not my idea of
a happy birthday!
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Alphabet Rebellion
©1991, Susan Noyes Anderson
I’m dotting every i, and
I am crossing every t.
I’m putting letters down, and
I erase them frequently.
I’m holding whole words hostage
at the point of my pen.
If I don’t like the way they look,
I scratch them out again.
G - R - U thinking like I am?
Could our ABC’s rebel?
If they went out on a strike,
whatever would we use to spell?
©1991, Susan Noyes Anderson
I’m dotting every i, and
I am crossing every t.
I’m putting letters down, and
I erase them frequently.
I’m holding whole words hostage
at the point of my pen.
If I don’t like the way they look,
I scratch them out again.
G - R - U thinking like I am?
Could our ABC’s rebel?
If they went out on a strike,
whatever would we use to spell?
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
The Air Mattress
©1992, Susan Noyes Anderson, Clubhouse
One time the wind was very strong.
It blew and blew like crazy.
So I just let myself go limp,
like when I'm feeling lazy.
And can you guess what happened?
It held me up so neat!
Like I was laying on my bed
while standing on my feet!
©1992, Susan Noyes Anderson, Clubhouse
One time the wind was very strong.
It blew and blew like crazy.
So I just let myself go limp,
like when I'm feeling lazy.
And can you guess what happened?
It held me up so neat!
Like I was laying on my bed
while standing on my feet!
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Conscientious Objector
©1993 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Take pity on the noble weed,
it grows against all odds.
It prospers in harsh climates.
It thrives on rocky sods.
A weed needs little water,
does not require much sun,
and is a most heroic plant
when all is said and done.
There’s much in weeds to be admired.
Protection’s what they need.
I’m heading up an agency
for gardens gone to seed.
The Weed Protection Agency,
or WPA.
That’s why in all good conscience, Dad––
I can’t pull weeds today.
©1993 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Take pity on the noble weed,
it grows against all odds.
It prospers in harsh climates.
It thrives on rocky sods.
A weed needs little water,
does not require much sun,
and is a most heroic plant
when all is said and done.
There’s much in weeds to be admired.
Protection’s what they need.
I’m heading up an agency
for gardens gone to seed.
The Weed Protection Agency,
or WPA.
That’s why in all good conscience, Dad––
I can’t pull weeds today.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Riding the Wind
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Sometimes on a windy day
I close my eyes and fly away.
I float with leaves upon the breeze,
then skitter around the lofty trees.
I hop and skip from yard to yard
and frolic down the boulevard;
until, at last, my journey through,
I find my way back home to you.
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Sometimes on a windy day
I close my eyes and fly away.
I float with leaves upon the breeze,
then skitter around the lofty trees.
I hop and skip from yard to yard
and frolic down the boulevard;
until, at last, my journey through,
I find my way back home to you.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
The Teacher
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Well here I am, right up
in front of the class.
She has picked me again.
I did not even ask.
That’s three times
she has chosen me.
Three in a row.
I’ve stood up here three times
in a terrible row.
Up and down. Up and down
like a stupid yo-yo.
Down and up.
Down and up.
Do you think this is fair?
Maybe next time I’ll tell her
I’m stuck to my chair.
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Well here I am, right up
in front of the class.
She has picked me again.
I did not even ask.
That’s three times
she has chosen me.
Three in a row.
I’ve stood up here three times
in a terrible row.
Up and down. Up and down
like a stupid yo-yo.
Down and up.
Down and up.
Do you think this is fair?
Maybe next time I’ll tell her
I’m stuck to my chair.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Playing Inside
©1995, Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
Sometimes I close my eyes to see
what’s going on inside.
At first, it just looks dark, but then
my mind’s eyes open wide.
I look beyond the darkness till
I find my private screen,
lit up with shapes and colors that
I’ve never, ever seen.
A yellow yummagummy bird;
a redalicious rose;
a purple popple-opplegator,
wearing sky-green clothes.
A submarine with four wheels,
painted fire engine blue;
a hibernating humphog,
in a lavender igloo.
What fun it is to look inside,
and see my mind at play.
It only takes a minute, but
it makes me laugh all day!
©1995, Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
Sometimes I close my eyes to see
what’s going on inside.
At first, it just looks dark, but then
my mind’s eyes open wide.
I look beyond the darkness till
I find my private screen,
lit up with shapes and colors that
I’ve never, ever seen.
A yellow yummagummy bird;
a redalicious rose;
a purple popple-opplegator,
wearing sky-green clothes.
A submarine with four wheels,
painted fire engine blue;
a hibernating humphog,
in a lavender igloo.
What fun it is to look inside,
and see my mind at play.
It only takes a minute, but
it makes me laugh all day!
All animated gif © Kitty Roach except yellow bird from Animation Playhouse
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
I Forgot
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
I wrote a good story but something went wrong.
I had all the characters where they belong.
The setting was great, and the word use was strong.
The length was just right ... not too short, not too long.
I checked everything. I indented a lot.
I spelled all the words just the way I was taught.
I wrote a good story, but my teacher thought
it had one major weakness––I left out the plot.
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
I wrote a good story but something went wrong.
I had all the characters where they belong.
The setting was great, and the word use was strong.
The length was just right ... not too short, not too long.
I checked everything. I indented a lot.
I spelled all the words just the way I was taught.
I wrote a good story, but my teacher thought
it had one major weakness––I left out the plot.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Vote for Me!
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Vote 4 me!
I am running for Vice President.
Vote 4 me!
I will give you one hundred percent.
Vote 4 me!
If you want changes made, I’m your man.
Vote 4 me!
I will serve any way that I can.
Oh wait up!
There is just one more thing, only one.
Vote 4 me!
My opponent is, well, sorta dumb.
(And besides,
I’ll be handing out candy and gum.)
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Vote 4 me!
I am running for Vice President.
Vote 4 me!
I will give you one hundred percent.
Vote 4 me!
If you want changes made, I’m your man.
Vote 4 me!
I will serve any way that I can.
Oh wait up!
There is just one more thing, only one.
Vote 4 me!
My opponent is, well, sorta dumb.
(And besides,
I’ll be handing out candy and gum.)
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Boo Hoo Flu
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Boo hoo hoo, I’ve got the flu.
I caught it, but it caught me too.
Do you think it would let me be
if I yelled “Ally-all-come-free!”?
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Boo hoo hoo, I’ve got the flu.
I caught it, but it caught me too.
Do you think it would let me be
if I yelled “Ally-all-come-free!”?
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
COPY CAT
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
My little brother copies me.
He does just what I do.
He lugs around a baseball bat
and wears my shinguards too.
He has a ping pong paddle that
he calls a tennis racquet.
His backhand smashed the TV screen.
That kid can really whack it!
His hockey stick's a toilet brush;
it's wrecking our mom's floor.
He kicks field goals through window panes.
(I think Mom's keeping score.)
It's cool he wants to be like me.
I love the little brat.
But Mom makes me clean up his mess.
Why can't he copy that?
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
My little brother copies me.
He does just what I do.
He lugs around a baseball bat
and wears my shinguards too.
He has a ping pong paddle that
he calls a tennis racquet.
His backhand smashed the TV screen.
That kid can really whack it!
His hockey stick's a toilet brush;
it's wrecking our mom's floor.
He kicks field goals through window panes.
(I think Mom's keeping score.)
It's cool he wants to be like me.
I love the little brat.
But Mom makes me clean up his mess.
Why can't he copy that?
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
My Gardener
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
My favorite day is Monday.
That's the day the gardener comes.
I love to watch him pull the weeds
And plant chrysanthemums.
Sometimes he cuts back our front hedge
Or prunes my climbing tree.
I watch him out the window
And he turns and waves at me.
He doesn't use a broom to sweep.
He uses a machine.
Just like a white tornado,
It blows all our sidewalks clean.
He waves again before he leaves
And hums a happy hum.
But I wish he'd take his gloves off once
And show me his green thumb!
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
My favorite day is Monday.
That's the day the gardener comes.
I love to watch him pull the weeds
And plant chrysanthemums.
Sometimes he cuts back our front hedge
Or prunes my climbing tree.
I watch him out the window
And he turns and waves at me.
He doesn't use a broom to sweep.
He uses a machine.
Just like a white tornado,
It blows all our sidewalks clean.
He waves again before he leaves
And hums a happy hum.
But I wish he'd take his gloves off once
And show me his green thumb!
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
-My Hero
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
My hero is the kind of guy
who hang glides upside down,
who skis on one ski, backwards,
and yells “Score!” when he falls down.
He’s happy to be tackled by
a fullback twice his size;
and getting clipped is nothing short
of heaven, in his eyes.
He parachutes from supersonic
jets, that’s really true;
and always wants to walk the coals
when people barbeque.
My hero likes the kind of pitch
that whistles by your face;
sometimes he even leans in just
so he can take his base.
My hero is a stand-up guy,
but I do have one fear:
Who’ll be my hero if my hero
bites the dust this year?
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
My hero is the kind of guy
who hang glides upside down,
who skis on one ski, backwards,
and yells “Score!” when he falls down.
He’s happy to be tackled by
a fullback twice his size;
and getting clipped is nothing short
of heaven, in his eyes.
He parachutes from supersonic
jets, that’s really true;
and always wants to walk the coals
when people barbeque.
My hero likes the kind of pitch
that whistles by your face;
sometimes he even leans in just
so he can take his base.
My hero is a stand-up guy,
but I do have one fear:
Who’ll be my hero if my hero
bites the dust this year?
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
The Jerk
©1995 by Susan Noyes Anderson
I did not lose.
There's just no way.
I played a perfect
game today.
I made the moves.
I got it done.
Forget the score;
I had it won.
Okay, I lost
a couple guys;
but my opponent
always lies ...
And counts wrong, too.
But it won't work.
Nintendo cheats!
This game's a jerk.
©1995 by Susan Noyes Anderson
I did not lose.
There's just no way.
I played a perfect
game today.
I made the moves.
I got it done.
Forget the score;
I had it won.
Okay, I lost
a couple guys;
but my opponent
always lies ...
And counts wrong, too.
But it won't work.
Nintendo cheats!
This game's a jerk.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Have You Heard?
©1992 by Susan Noyes Anderson
A noisy noise annoys an oyster,
(a little known fact, yet true).
But a rackey racket attracts a raccoon;
does that make any sense to you?
If a whimpering whippoorwill warbles at dawn,
what must woodpecking woodpeckers do?
Why, just what they please with a rat-a-tat-tat
and a tippety-tappety, too!
©1992 by Susan Noyes Anderson
A noisy noise annoys an oyster,
(a little known fact, yet true).
But a rackey racket attracts a raccoon;
does that make any sense to you?
If a whimpering whippoorwill warbles at dawn,
what must woodpecking woodpeckers do?
Why, just what they please with a rat-a-tat-tat
and a tippety-tappety, too!
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Bathtime Buddies
©1995 by Susan Noyes Anderson
When baby brother took a bath,
I used to get in, too.
I'd help my mommy hold him up
while he got his shampoo.
I solo in the bathtub now,
because I learned one thing:
A baby (with no diaper) can
leave more than just a ring!
O O P S
When baby brother took a bath,
I used to get in, too.
I'd help my mommy hold him up
while he got his shampoo.
I solo in the bathtub now,
because I learned one thing:
A baby (with no diaper) can
leave more than just a ring!
O O P S
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Potty Trainer
©1998 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Miles of Smiles, Meadowbrook Press
My brother's being potty trained.
I'm really very glad.
Changing diapers isn't fun, and
messy pants smell bad.
My mom says "Won't you help me, dear?"
So I say "Sure, okay."
(Sometimes I'm rather helpful, in
a lazy sort of way.)
But this is unacceptable!
I'm at the baby's feet,
trying everything I can
to keep him on the seat.
I'm reading books; I'm singing songs;
I'm telling stories, too.
The only thing I haven't done
is show him what to do!
©1998 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Miles of Smiles, Meadowbrook Press
My brother's being potty trained.
I'm really very glad.
Changing diapers isn't fun, and
messy pants smell bad.
My mom says "Won't you help me, dear?"
So I say "Sure, okay."
(Sometimes I'm rather helpful, in
a lazy sort of way.)
But this is unacceptable!
I'm at the baby's feet,
trying everything I can
to keep him on the seat.
I'm reading books; I'm singing songs;
I'm telling stories, too.
The only thing I haven't done
is show him what to do!
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Sound Off!
©1998 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Miles of Smiles, Meadowbrook Press
Our bodies sound off all the time.
What noises we can make!
It happens when we're fast asleep,
or when we're wide awake.
Hands clap and slap, and fingers snap.
We cough and sneeze and snore.
Our hungry stomachs growl for food,
then rumble for some more.
Our feet tap and our bones go pop.
Our lips smack and they slurp.
But most unusual of all
is when our bottoms burp!
©1998 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Miles of Smiles, Meadowbrook Press
Our bodies sound off all the time.
What noises we can make!
It happens when we're fast asleep,
or when we're wide awake.
Hands clap and slap, and fingers snap.
We cough and sneeze and snore.
Our hungry stomachs growl for food,
then rumble for some more.
Our feet tap and our bones go pop.
Our lips smack and they slurp.
But most unusual of all
is when our bottoms burp!
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Button Nose
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
My mom has always told me that
I have a button nose.
Today it’s running like a stream
and spraying like a hose.
It’s days like this I almost wish
that button thing were true–
If I could button up my nose,
then I’d be good as new!
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
My mom has always told me that
I have a button nose.
Today it’s running like a stream
and spraying like a hose.
It’s days like this I almost wish
that button thing were true–
If I could button up my nose,
then I’d be good as new!
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Dinosaur Ratings
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
I like the brontosaurus
and tyrannasaurus rex.
The diplodocus thrills me
and erectors never vex.
A stegasaurus gets my vote,
edaphasaurus too.
Iguanadons and trachodons
could round out any zoo.
But when it comes to dinosaurs,
I have to make this call –
That purple one on TV
really drives me up the wall!
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
I like the brontosaurus
and tyrannasaurus rex.
The diplodocus thrills me
and erectors never vex.
A stegasaurus gets my vote,
edaphasaurus too.
Iguanadons and trachodons
could round out any zoo.
But when it comes to dinosaurs,
I have to make this call –
That purple one on TV
really drives me up the wall!
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
For the Birds
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
My sister loves to feed the birds.
They come from miles around.
She offers them a place to nest
and birdseed by the pound.
She used to walk among them
dropping little crusts of bread,
till one returned the favor and
dropped something on her head!
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
My sister loves to feed the birds.
They come from miles around.
She offers them a place to nest
and birdseed by the pound.
She used to walk among them
dropping little crusts of bread,
till one returned the favor and
dropped something on her head!
Easy as 1-2-3
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
I do not like arithmetic.
The numbers turn out wrong.
My twos and threes end up where
fives and sixes should belong.
My sevens often look like ones.
The fours turn out like nines.
All numbers drive me crazy,
and so do their silly signs.
A minus (-) sign with two dots (÷)
means divide. Ridiculous!
A times (x) sign lying on its side
is suddenly a plus (+).
And word problems just strain my brain.
What should the answer be?
"How many cents would you make...?" NONE!
This makes NO CENTS to me!
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
I do not like arithmetic.
The numbers turn out wrong.
My twos and threes end up where
fives and sixes should belong.
My sevens often look like ones.
The fours turn out like nines.
All numbers drive me crazy,
and so do their silly signs.
A minus (-) sign with two dots (÷)
means divide. Ridiculous!
A times (x) sign lying on its side
is suddenly a plus (+).
And word problems just strain my brain.
What should the answer be?
"How many cents would you make...?" NONE!
This makes NO CENTS to me!
Is anybody home in there?
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Guess What!
©1981 by Susan Noyes Anderson
What's the most important thing of all?
It's sometimes big and sometimes small.
It's full of girls (or maybe boys)
and makes an awful lot of noise.
A good one sticks together close, and
comes through when you need it most.
It often harbors dogs or cats,
pianos, bikes, and baseball bats.
It stores traditions, truth and love,
prepares you for a life above.
Oh, one more thing ... I'm in it. Me!
My most important family.
©1981 by Susan Noyes Anderson
What's the most important thing of all?
It's sometimes big and sometimes small.
It's full of girls (or maybe boys)
and makes an awful lot of noise.
A good one sticks together close, and
comes through when you need it most.
It often harbors dogs or cats,
pianos, bikes, and baseball bats.
It stores traditions, truth and love,
prepares you for a life above.
Oh, one more thing ... I'm in it. Me!
My most important family.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Tall, Dark and Furry
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
What's tall and dark and furry,
has big teeth, but still acts tame?
Our M - O - N - S - T - E - R ...
(Sssh! He can't stand that name.)
You see, he thinks he's just a guy
who needs a little trim.
But you could cut for days and never
get a look at him.
He's awfully large and hairy,
but we do admire his style;
and those teeth come in handy
when he smiles his monster smile.
Sure, he's a little sensitive,
but we don't mind one bit.
A monster's hard to come by,
so we make the best of it!
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
What's tall and dark and furry,
has big teeth, but still acts tame?
Our M - O - N - S - T - E - R ...
(Sssh! He can't stand that name.)
You see, he thinks he's just a guy
who needs a little trim.
But you could cut for days and never
get a look at him.
He's awfully large and hairy,
but we do admire his style;
and those teeth come in handy
when he smiles his monster smile.
Sure, he's a little sensitive,
but we don't mind one bit.
A monster's hard to come by,
so we make the best of it!
Sand Bubbles
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Look at those bubbles in the sand.
Watch me scoop them up in my hand.
Oops––There's something tickling me!
Hurray, it's a sand crab, did you see?
He slipped away and dug down deep
to blow some bubbles in his sleep.
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Look at those bubbles in the sand.
Watch me scoop them up in my hand.
Oops––There's something tickling me!
Hurray, it's a sand crab, did you see?
He slipped away and dug down deep
to blow some bubbles in his sleep.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
No Fair!
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
The baby spits, and mother smiles.
If I spit, she gets mad.
She shakes her head when I burp but
when baby burps, she’s glad.
He screams, and Mom drops everything
to run in on the double
but if I scream, Mom glares at me
and says I’m making trouble.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
When the Bough Breaks
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Each night my mother sings to me––
her favorite lullabies.
She rocks me gently back and forth
until I close my eyes.
She strokes my cheek and pats my back
and croons of slumber deep.
Give me a break––I'm eight years old!
Can't I just go to sleep?
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Each night my mother sings to me––
her favorite lullabies.
She rocks me gently back and forth
until I close my eyes.
She strokes my cheek and pats my back
and croons of slumber deep.
Give me a break––I'm eight years old!
Can't I just go to sleep?
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Duck and cover! She's baaa-aaack...
Excuse the Mess
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Why does my mother have to say,
“Go clean your room!” It wrecks my day.
“Go clean your room!” she says to me.
“There’s clothes where carpet used to be,
and games and books on top of those,
and snacks starting to decompose!
Clean that room! Right now!! This minute!!!
(or you’ll spend the weekend in it.)"
“I’d love to clean my room!” I say.
“In fact, if I could have my way,
I’d clean Sunday through Saturday!
There’s just one problem; don’t you see?
Well, actually, there’s thirty-three":
©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Why does my mother have to say,
“Go clean your room!” It wrecks my day.
“Go clean your room!” she says to me.
“There’s clothes where carpet used to be,
and games and books on top of those,
and snacks starting to decompose!
Clean that room! Right now!! This minute!!!
(or you’ll spend the weekend in it.)"
“I’d love to clean my room!” I say.
“In fact, if I could have my way,
I’d clean Sunday through Saturday!
There’s just one problem; don’t you see?
Well, actually, there’s thirty-three":
“my homework’s due i lost it too can’t find my book don’t wanna look my finger’s hurt i’m scared of dirt my lips look blue my tongue does too i stepped on gum i jammed my thumb the floor’s too low i stubbed my toe i broke my back the toe turned black i’m feeling bad my best friend’s mad my gun won’t squirt i stained my shirt my nail came off i have a cough it makes me choke i smell some smoke i think there’s bugs under my rugs i need a net my feet got wet my shoe’s unlaced i’m being chased i’ve got the giggles my eyebrow wiggles i have a sty my mouth feels dry i have a twitch that needs an itch i need to sneeze god bless me please”
“Uh-oh. I guess that’s thirty-four.
No wonder I can’t do that chore!”
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Ghostly Guests
©1993 by Susan Noyes Anderson
A gaggle of giggling ghosts gathered gaily
to groan in the graveyard one night.
They glided so gracefully Griggsby the groundskeeper
gasped at the glorious sight.
He gaped as the glimmering, glistening glow
grew legs and goose-stepped through the grasslands below,
but just at the gate of my grandma and gramps,
the ghoulish gang sneezed and blew out like gas lamps.
©1993 by Susan Noyes Anderson
A gaggle of giggling ghosts gathered gaily
to groan in the graveyard one night.
They glided so gracefully Griggsby the groundskeeper
gasped at the glorious sight.
He gaped as the glimmering, glistening glow
grew legs and goose-stepped through the grasslands below,
but just at the gate of my grandma and gramps,
the ghoulish gang sneezed and blew out like gas lamps.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Halloween
©1981 by Susan Noyes Anderson
H aunted houses, eerie sounds
A ll the goblins gather round
L onely ghoulies stalk the night
L urking in the ghostly light
O wls hoot softly, "Whooo is there?"
W itches cats are everywhere
E vil creatures, grim and hairy
E ven trick-or-treat seems scary
N eighbors laugh and give you candy
IS IT A DREAM? NOPE!
H A L L O W E E N
©1981 by Susan Noyes Anderson
H aunted houses, eerie sounds
A ll the goblins gather round
L onely ghoulies stalk the night
L urking in the ghostly light
O wls hoot softly, "Whooo is there?"
W itches cats are everywhere
E vil creatures, grim and hairy
E ven trick-or-treat seems scary
N eighbors laugh and give you candy
IS IT A DREAM? NOPE!
H A L L O W E E N
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
A Merry Christmas Tree
©1987 by Susan Noyes Anderson, The Ensign
C ookies with red and green sprinkles on top
HH olly and mistletoe, Mom kissing Pop
RRR ibbons to tie up each package with bows
IIIIIIIII cicles, sleighbells, and Rudolph's red nose
SSSSS now on the rooftops and bright lights that twinkle
TTTTTTT alk about Santa and how his eyes crinkle
MMMMMM instrels and carollers sing of His birth
AAAAAAAA and men of good will talk of peace on the earth
SSSSSSSSS avor each moment of this time of cheer, and
C H R I S T M A S will live in your heart through the year!
©1987 by Susan Noyes Anderson, The Ensign
C ookies with red and green sprinkles on top
HH olly and mistletoe, Mom kissing Pop
RRR ibbons to tie up each package with bows
IIIIIIIII cicles, sleighbells, and Rudolph's red nose
SSSSS now on the rooftops and bright lights that twinkle
TTTTTTT alk about Santa and how his eyes crinkle
MMMMMM instrels and carollers sing of His birth
AAAAAAAA and men of good will talk of peace on the earth
SSSSSSSSS avor each moment of this time of cheer, and
C H R I S T M A S will live in your heart through the year!
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Waiting Room Zoo
©1993 by Susan Noyes Anderson
I’m in the doctor’s waiting room.
My mom is counting sheep.
The music they play here could put
an elephant to sleep.
They’ve wallpapered with animals.
This place looks like the zoo!
Do they think they can fool kids with
a kangaroo or two?
A doctor is a doctor, right?
A shot is still a shot.
And I don’t care how many kinds
of animals they’ve got.
The nurse speaks baby talk to me.
(She thinks I’m half my age.)
You’d think I was a lion being
coaxed into my cage.
“Doctor is ready now,” she coos.
“Come in, lamb, you’ll be fine.”
(Yeah, sure. And that's a needle from
a friendly porcupine!)
©1993 by Susan Noyes Anderson
I’m in the doctor’s waiting room.
My mom is counting sheep.
The music they play here could put
an elephant to sleep.
They’ve wallpapered with animals.
This place looks like the zoo!
Do they think they can fool kids with
a kangaroo or two?
A doctor is a doctor, right?
A shot is still a shot.
And I don’t care how many kinds
of animals they’ve got.
The nurse speaks baby talk to me.
(She thinks I’m half my age.)
You’d think I was a lion being
coaxed into my cage.
“Doctor is ready now,” she coos.
“Come in, lamb, you’ll be fine.”
(Yeah, sure. And that's a needle from
a friendly porcupine!)
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
If you have GOOGLED for a specific poem or content on this page, SCROLL DOWN until you find the one you need.
If you have GOOGLED for a specific poem or content on this page, SCROLL DOWN until you find the one you need.
SCROLL DOWN
for many additional
Children's Poems.
for many additional
Children's Poems.
SCROLL DOWN
for many additional
Children's Poems.
for many additional
Children's Poems.
SCROLL DOWN
for many additional
Children's Poems.
for many additional
Children's Poems.
SCROLL DOWN
for many additional
Children's Poems.
for many additional
Children's Poems.
Thanksgiving Prayer
c1991 by Susan D. Noyes Anderson
I’m thankful for my mother, and
I’m thankful for my dad.
I’m thankful for my sisters, and
for all the fun we’ve had.
I’m thankful for my brother, Tom,
(even when he’s jerky.)
But most of all, I’m oh-so-thankful
not to be a turkey.
c1991 by Susan D. Noyes Anderson
I’m thankful for my mother, and
I’m thankful for my dad.
I’m thankful for my sisters, and
for all the fun we’ve had.
I’m thankful for my brother, Tom,
(even when he’s jerky.)
But most of all, I’m oh-so-thankful
not to be a turkey.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
