Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

Have you ever dreamed about not getting any older and just staying young forever? I know I had that thought once or twice when I was a kid. But what if that wish actually came true—but not in the way you expected? This poem plays with the idea of aging in reverse, turning what might seem like a fun, magical experience into something a little more alarming!

I love writing poems that take an ordinary idea, like making a birthday wish, and turning it into something unexpected. This one also has a playful connection to classic stories like Peter Pan (who, along with the Lost Boys, never grows up) or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (about a man who ages in reverse) but with a humorous twist. It’s a reminder to be careful what you wish for… and maybe to think twice before blowing out those birthday candles! This is…

I’ve Started Getting Younger

I’ve started getting younger.

Last week I was eleven,

Next week, if this continues,

They’ll put me back in diapers

This started on my birthday.

I never share my wishes,

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

Valentine’s Day was coming up, and I had been trying for days to think of something funny to write about—but nothing seemed quite right. Then, in the middle of the night, I woke up from a sound sleep with the ending of this poem suddenly clear in my head. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, quickly jotted down the idea, and went right back to sleep. The next morning, when I looked at what I had written, I still thought it was a good idea, so I sat down and finished the poem.

Sometimes coming up with ideas is easy, and sometimes it takes a little longer. But there’s no need to get frustrated. Just remember that it’s important for writers to have a way to capture ideas whenever they appear—whether it’s a notebook, a phone, or even just a scrap of paper. And remember, you don’t always have to write a poem or story in order! If the ending comes to you first, like it did for me, you can start there and work your way backward. Inspiration doesn’t always follow a straight line, but when it strikes, be ready to catch it!

Without further ado, here is…

Our Teacher’s Valentine

The students in our classroom

We added beads and buttons

We gave it to our teacher

She said it was a masterpiece.

She told us we were brilliant

It’s nice to know our teacher thinks

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

The first time I ever saw a cow, I was about three years old. My father took me to a dairy farm, and I remember standing right next to a wooden fence, face to face with a huge cow. I was completely surprised! For many years afterward, my dad loved to tell the story of how I looked up at him and asked, “What do they do to us?”—a question that still makes me laugh today.

While most of my poems are written for kids ages 8 and up, this time I wanted to write something for younger readers, especially Kindergarten students. “I Am a Cow” is a simple and playful poem that encourages curiosity, observation, and comparison. It’s written from the perspective of a cow who is just as puzzled about people as we might be about animals. I hope young readers enjoy thinking about the differences—and maybe even a few similarities—between cows and themselves!

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

When I was 11 years old, my school took the sixth graders on a field trip to the mountains where there was snow. Many of the kids brought sleds or inflatable tubes to ride down the hills, and I brought a tube as well. At first, I was too scared to ride it, so I sat out and watched. Unfortunately, I also forgot to bring my lunch that day. While the other kids were eating, I finally worked up the courage to try the hill. Let’s just say it didn’t go as planned—I ran into a tree and broke my leg.

Ever since then, I’ve been much more cautious about slides and other fast downhill activities, like skiing, sledding, skateboarding, and even cycling. This poem is a humorous take on that experience, with a winter twist. It’s also a reminder that sometimes being a little cautious isn’t such a bad idea!

I’ll Never Ride the Waterslide

I’ll never ride the waterslide,

I banged my back and belly up.

But still, I learn from my mistakes.

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

I wanted to write a poem about the feeling of not fitting in, a theme that many of us can relate to at some point in our lives. Having recently written a poem about a misunderstood snake, I decided to switch things up and tell the story from the perspective of an awkward, larger-than-life creature: a dragon. The phrase “It’s a Drag to Be a Dragon” popped into my head, and the poem grew from there, exploring the humorous challenges a dragon might face in everyday life.

Of course, I couldn’t resist sneaking in a little pun at the end—because who doesn’t love a good laugh? I hope this poem gives you a chuckle while also showing that even the mightiest creatures can feel out of place sometimes.

It’s a Drag to Be a Dragon

It’s a drag to be a dragon

Nobody wants to play with me.

I can’t go to amusement parks;

My life is not exciting;

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt. Today I’m sharing a poem inspired by one of the more unusual pets my family had when I was a kid—a boa constrictor! Our boa was a wonderful pet—gentle, calm, and friendly—but I know that many people find snakes scary, even harmless ones. That got me thinking: what if a boa could tell its own story about being misunderstood? Here’s my poem, “It’s Lonely as a Boa.” I hope you enjoy it!

It’s lonely as a boa.

They expect that I may hurt them,

If I slide a little higher,

You can tell I’m being friendly

If you sense a tender tickle

And I always love a hug, so if

Yes, it’s lonely as a boa,

I’m as harmless as a kitten.

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt. I’ve always loved cheese. Today, as I was eating an especially cheesy pizza for lunch, the idea of an artist creating entire sculptures out of cheese seemed irresistibly whimsical and delicious. There has been a long tradition among children’s poets, such as Colin West in the UK and Jack Prelutsky in the US, of creating poems about unusual characters with strange and funny talents. I thought Skylar the Sculptor would fit perfectly into this tradition, using her imagination (and a ton of cheese) to make incredible, edible art.

Although this poem is completely absurd, it is also meant to remind us that art doesn’t always have to be serious—it can be temporary, tasty, and loads of fun! I hope you enjoy it. This is…

Skylar the Sculptor

When Skylar the Sculptor makes statues,

No, Skylar is such a strange sculptor,

She’ll carve a few columns from colby,

Although she makes hundreds of sculptures

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt. Today I’d like to share a fun new holiday poem with you. With Christmas just around the corner, I found myself wondering how many days were left until the big day. The phrase “I’m Counting the Days until Christmas” popped into my head, and I loved the rhythm of the words, as well as the idea of checking off each day on a calendar while excitedly looking forward to Christmas Day. It seemed like the perfect topic for a holiday poem! I hope you enjoy this festive little rhyme about the anticipation of Christmas.

I’m Counting the Days until Christmas

I’m counting the days until Christmas.

I’m counting the days until Christmas.

I’m counting the days until Christmas.

I’m counting the days until Christmas.

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt. I grew up in a part of California where it never snowed, but every now and then my parents would take me and my brothers to the nearby mountains in the wintertime to play in the snow. We loved building snowmen and throwing snowballs at one another. Later, when I moved up north where it snows every winter, my own kids grew up doing the same—building snow forts and having snowball fights, but they got to do it in the front yard.

This poem was inspired by those memories and the idea of what might happen if kids got a little carried away and missed their intended target. Sometimes, snowball fights can lead to some pretty funny and unexpected situations!

My Brother Made a Snowball

My brother made a snowball.

It hit our mother in the head.

Our mother made some snowballs, and

So now my brother looks just like

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

With Thanksgiving just around the corner here in the US, I wanted to write a fun poem about the holiday that captures the feeling of overindulging at a big family feast.

Thanksgiving is a time for gratitude and togetherness, but it’s also a time when we often eat more than we should—something kids and grown-ups alike can relate to. I thought it would be fun to explore that universal experience from a playful perspective, imagining what it might feel like to share the aftermath of a big meal with an unexpected companion.

I hope this poem brings a smile to your face as you prepare for your own holiday celebrations!

It’s Thanksgiving Night

It’s Thanksgiving night, and

My stomach is aching.

I ate too much food, so

We’re hugging each other

Tonight, though, we’re whining

— Kenn Nesbitt