Two Little Kittens - Poem

 By: Unknown    Saturday, October 25, 2014  All Poems, English, ETC, Garmmers, POEMS, Two Little Kittens   No comments

         Poem : "Two Little Kittens" by Anonymous (1880)

Two Little Kittens Two little kittens, one stormy night,

Began to quarrel, and then to fight;

One had a mouse, the other had none,

And that's the way the quarrel begun.

"I'll have that mouse," sad the biggest cat;

"You'll have that mouse? We'll see about that!"

"I will have that mouse," said the eldest son;

"You shan't have the mouse," said the little one.

I told you before 'twas a stormy night

When these two little kittens began to fight;

The old woman seized her sweeping broom,

And swept the two kittens right out of the room.

The ground was covered with frost and snow,

And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;

So they laid them down on the mat at the door,

While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.

Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,

All wet with the snow, and cold as ice,

For they found it was better, that stormy night,

To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.

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Good Night and Good Morning

 By: Unknown    Friday, October 24, 2014  All Poems, English, ETC, Garmmers, Good Night and Good Morning, POEMS   No comments

Poem : "Good Night and Good Morning " by Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton

A fair little girl sat under a tree,

Sewing as long as her eyes could see;

Then smoothed her work, and folded it right,

And said, "Dear work, good night! good night!"

Such a number of rooks came over her head,

Crying, "Caw! Caw!" on their way to bed;

She said, as she watched their curious flight,

"Little black things, good night! good night!"

The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed,

The sheep's "Bleat! bleat!" came over the road;

All seeming to say, with a quiet delight,

"Good little girl, good night! good night!"

She did not say to the sun, "Good night!"

Though she saw him there like a ball of light,

For she knew he had God's time to keep

All over the world, and never could sleep.

The tall pink foxglove bowed his head,

The violets curtsied and went to bed;

And good little Lucy tied up her hair,

And said on her knees her favourite prayer.

And while on her pillow she softly lay,

She knew nothing more till again it was day;

And all things said to the beautiful sun,

"Good morning! good morning! our work is begun!

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