Children’s Poems by Billy Jones

Rock, paper, scissors, they all hold out their hands hoping those they play against cannot know their plans. Rock break scissors, paper…

A waiting train will not abstain from steaming ’cause you’re late, for blowing steam is what trains do, and they’ll not hesitate.

Marty was a goldfish who lived in a great big tank. He never saw a fisherman or chanced upon a bank. He spent his days a swimmin’ ‘round…

Slader Shrader, Thanksgiving ‘tader, he rolled from in the bin, “I’ll not be ate by little boys, my peel to worms and vermin. I’ll not be…

Oscar wanted a flying machine. In his young eyes a gleam. He started with a washing machine and no more than a dream.

The fly on the wall —  he saw it all, but he never uttered a word, just buzzed around town to see what he found while laughing at people…