This childhood mischief poem was written as a lighthearted reflection on imagination, rivalry, and the dramatic way children respond to small injustices.
He took my book
The little crook
How dare he
Trip me
Mock me
His behavior shocks me
He took my book
That little crook
He’ll be sorry when I find him
Because I’ll have to remind him
By giving him a kick in the shin
He took my book
That little crook
And I know just where to find him
This poem is just one small piece of a much larger body of work.
Over on Closer Lives, Leon and I share poetry written across seasons of life — love, grief, humour, childhood, travel, transformation, and the in-between moments that don’t always have language.
Poetry is how we found each other, how we process the world, and how many of our deeper conversations began. If you’re drawn to words that feel lived-in rather than polished, you’ll find more of that there.
Reblogged this on Writings of a Mrs and commented:
Children’s poem from my Mommy Blog.
Enjoy!
I have kids on my mind lately!
The boy is happy he took your book. Now he has a book to read.
It reminds me of the novel, The Book Thief.
My grandkids love “Each Peach Pear Plum” and its sing song words and hidden nursery rhyme characters! I liked this sweet post!
Isn’t kidlit just the best? Thanks for sharing!