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Roger's Rhymes
Read a rhyme of Roger’s Rhymes,
morning time or noon time.
Any time for Roger’s Rhymes,
especially at night time.
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09-08-2012 Roger W Hancock
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Numbed Thumb
by Roger W Hancock
Thurman Thumb Drummed his drum,
until he numbed His thumb
Now only one thumb has Thurman Thumb,
to thumpitiy-thump his drum.
© 01-17-2022 Roger W Hancock,
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Crick in Time
by Roger W Hancock
May the cricks of life be spic,
while trials barely snick a nick,
and ticks of time be quick.
© 01-12-2018 Roger W Hancock,
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the whitening of a valley scene.
accentuated by brisk, cold,
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Make
Me Laugh
by Roger W Hancock
Tell good jokes,
to your favorite blokes.
One line jest,
to pop my chest.
Make me laugh,
until I sneeze.
Crack with ease,
a joke or tease;
down to knees,
friends appease.
Tickle my yolk,
with gutsy zest.
Words to fiddle,
baffled riddle;
puzzle me,
for lots of glee.
Make me laugh,
make me wheeze.
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06-17-2012 Roger W Hancock
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Pizza
by Roger W Hancock
'Pizza' has few rhyming words,
though the taste, a great reward.
Forget this rhyme, let it cool,
tasty pizza makes me drool.
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01-14-2012 Roger W Hancock
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Peaceful Sleep
by Roger W Hancock
Tiny baby, calmly sleep,
I softly lay your body down.
If awake from peaceful sleep,
songs of rhymes, I'll sing.
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01-14-2012 Roger W Hancock
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Funny Faces
Ha, ha, ho, ho;
does Mama, Dada know?
Ha, ha, ho, ho;
how funny their faces show!
© 01-29-2010 Roger W Hancock
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Romp and Play
by Roger W Hancock
My little dog that romps and
play,
I squeeze and hug all day.
Prance and dance, excited wait,
for me to toss the ball and play.
© 11-25-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Bubbles
by Roger W Hancock
Bubbly
bubbles in my hair,
bubbly bubbles everywhere.
Scrub my hair and everywhere,
bubbly bubbles clean my hair.
© 11-26-2007 Roger W Hancock
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The Hunt
by Roger W Hancock
Frightened as can be,
bunny rabbit hops away.
Fox behind is running fast,
from the hounds to get away.
© 11-26-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Curly Knots
by Roger W Hancock
Lots and lots
of curly locks,
I brush and brush them out,
Curly, wavy, lots of knots,
I brush and brush them out.
© 11-26-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Chocolate
by Roger W Hancock
Chocolate lays upon the plate,
mommy says I must not take,
the chocolate on the plate.
So I wait. . . anticipate,
when mommy says okay to take,
the chocolate on the plate.
© 11-26-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Tasty Pastry
by Roger W Hancock
Tasty, tasty
tasty,
the pastry, pastry, pastry
I taste the pastry in the vestry
meant for the pastor’s taste.
© 11-26-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Apple A Day
by Roger W Hancock
An Apple each day,
except the core,
is a tasty way,
to keep away,
cavity sores,
and more.
© 11-26-2007 Roger W Hancock
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If you Can Not Whistle . . .
Whistle Stop
by Roger W Hancock
Some will
stop and whistle
with a happy tune inside.
I simply express my thoughts,
for whistle, I cannot.
© 11-26-2007 Roger W Hancock
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If you Can Whistle . . .
Whistling
Along
by Roger W Hancock
Some
will sing and prance along,
with a happy tune inside.
I will
walk, express my thoughts,
by whistling a happy tune.
© 11-28-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Rain Fall
by Roger W Hancock
Rain, rain falling down,
falls upon my head.
Rain, rain falling down,
to my house I fled.
© 11-27-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Riding the Bus
by Roger W Hancock
Children ride
the bus to school
each day to learn and play.
Mommy rides the bus to store,
for supper’s food and more.
Daddy rides the bus to work,
working hard to pay for pork.
© 11-27-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Great to be a Nut
by Roger W Hancock
It’s so great
to be a nut,
crack up laughing all day long.
Laughing here, laughing there,
laughing without care.
Acting funning without caring,
what other say or do.
So I’ll laugh, and say some jokes,
laughing all day long.
© 11-27-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Lighthouse
by Roger W Hancock
Lighthouse
shines in darkest night.
warning of the rocky shores.
Foghorns blow in the thickest mist,
warn of the nearby shores.
Sounding horns and beams of light,
together exist within night’s kiss.
© 11-28-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Little Does It Matter?
by Roger W Hancock
What little
does it matter,
if it matters not?
Does it matter a little,
Or matters a lot?
If it matters some,
then it matters a little.
It matters not,
if not at all.
© 11-28-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Weather
by Roger W Hancock
Whether or not the weather be good,
whether the wind will blow.
Whether or not whatever it does,
the weather matters not to me.
© 11-28-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Freckles
by Roger W Hancock
Freckles, freckles everywhere,
on my nose and on my chin.
I guess the lottery I did win,
all my freckles everywhere.
© 11-28-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Catch a Rainbow
by Roger W Hancock
Rainbows
shine into the sky
with its feet so far away.
Once in a great far while see,
Rainbow’s foot steps just ahead.
Even then you cannot catch,
the rainbow just ahead.
© 11-28-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Raindrops On My Hat
by Roger W Hancock
Raindrops on the rim of my hat,
rushing for
cover runs the cat.
Raindrops are teardrops from heaven,
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Raindrops are the angels way,
to clean the doors at heaven’s gate.
Eight, nine, ten, and now eleven,
eleven raindrops on the rim of my hat.
© 11-28-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Custard
by Roger W Hancock
Custard is my
favorite dish,
so smooth and rich and tasty.
I’d have custard every day,
baked into rich pasties.
© 11-29-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Boy and the Owl
by Roger W Hancock
Little boy
into the barn,
chores to milk the cows.
On a bale of hay he lay,
began to wonder how;
How the cow goes moo?
Wondered ‘bout the owl,
that into the barn just flew.
Owl wondered in reply,
who, who, who !
© 11-29-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Apples Free
by Roger W Hancock
Apple hanging
in a tree,
one of plenty many apples.
Wind blowing, sets it free,
apples falling from the tree.
© 11-29-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Wind
by Roger W Hancock
Silent wind
in of itself,
only sound when passing by.
Invisible wind cannot see,
only bending of the trees.
© 11-29-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Step By Step
by Roger W Hancock
“Left step,” said the left foot,
“Right step,” said the right.
“lift up, step down,” each foot said,
in alternating succession.
Up, then down each foot affirm,
step by step, by step, by step,
each foot taking its own turn.
© 11-30-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Rabbit Scare?
by Roger W Hancock
Rabbit hops to the farmers garden,
scarecrow tries to scare him away,
I am quite fine with crows and birds,
but what do I do to scare a hare?
© 11-30-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Wedge of Cheese
by Roger W Hancock
Here sets a wedge of cheese,
yellow, holy, and a little bit moldy.
Here comes a little mouse,
from out of a hole.
© 11-30-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Bamboo Shoots
by Roger W Hancock
Bamboo sprouts its shoots,
sending out its roots.
Roots sprout more shoots,
routing out more roots,
sprouting out more shoots.
sprouting, routing, more and more.
© 11-30-2007 Roger W Hancock
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I Lost My Shoe
by Roger W Hancock
Bamboo, bamboo, boo, who, who,
I lost one shoe in the bamboo.
What will I do with just one shoe?
Boo, who, boo, who, just one shoe!
© 11-30-2007 Roger W Hancock
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I Stuck an Arrow In the Sky
by Roger W Hancock
I shot an arrow into the air,
without a straight shot will it hit the hare?
High into the sky, straight went the arrow.
The arrow so narrow got stuck in the sky,
got itself stuck in the wing of a sparrow.
© 11-30-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Doughnut Hole
by Roger W Hancock
Doughnut round, has a hole in middle,
So has the nut that holds daddy’s tires.
The tasty middle holds a small ball pastry,
Looks like the nuts that fall from the trees.
© 12-09-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Tires Go 'Round
by Roger W Hancock
Tires of a car go ‘round and ‘round,
helps the car go around the town.
Tires round, turn around and ‘round,
on the bus to the school playground.
© 12-09-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Night Lights
by Roger W Hancock
Night lights embark,
turns the dark to light.
Dogs barking in the night,
night lights in the park.
© 12-09-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Violin
by Roger W Hancock
Violin with bow and string,
Has played for kings and queens.
Violin can play a swing,
or classical routines.
© 12-09-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Sleeping Little Babe
by Roger W
Hancock
Sleeping now the little babe,
rocking in the baby’s crib.
Sleeping, rocking, blissful glee,
such a tiny wee is she.
© 12-10-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Fetch the Mail
by Roger W
Hancock
Duggie the
doggie wagged his tail.
Doggie Duggie, fetched the mail.
Duggie fetched the paper next,
and tore it all to shreds.
© 12-12-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Freckles
by Roger W Hancock
Twinkle stars
from so far,
beyond white clouds and sky.
Like freckles on my arm,
scattered across dark sky.
© 12-27-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Sprinkles
by Roger W Hancock
Sprinkle
sprinkles on my cupcake,
sprinkle sugar too.
Sprinkles sparkle on my cake,
but not within my shoe.
© 12-27-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Tickles
by Roger W Hancock
Tickle
freckles on my feet
puts giggles on my tongue.
tickle wrinkles on my neck,
tickling I’ll avenge.
© 12-27-2007 Roger W Hancock
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Planes and Birds
by Roger W Hancock
Airplanes
have wings on which to fly,
up high, up high, into the sky.
Planes fly high into the air.
Birds have wings on which to fly,
to fly up high into the sky.
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01-02-2008 Roger W Hancock
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Original Children's Nursery Rhymes - Short Poems of Poetry Rhymes
The short rhyming poem has been used to amuse children and adults.
Mothers lull their babies to sleep by softly reciting nursery rhymes.
Children's songs sung by Mothers, usually contain a nursery rhyme.
Some of the earliest rhymes were political born of civil discomfort,
written as political commentary of the ruling class or government.
Today nursery rhymes are relegated to the amusement of toddlers,
though will amuse adults when read. Children's Rhymes, as called,
are often neglected by adults to amuse or as diversion from toils.
Children nursery rhymes are the most common children's poems.
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