clam2A kids poem for you, the Mom and Dad challenged…enjoy!



A kids poem by Terofil Gizelbach

 Copyright Terofil Gizelbach, 2013




…If I were sandy, as sandy as they,

I’d be too scratchy to run, too itchy to play.

I’d have sand in my ears, sand in my nose;

And another five pounds trapped in my clothes.

Dad says “They like it,” But I think that’s all blab…

Fill a bucket with water, I’m washing a crab.


If I were scattered, as scattered as they,

I’d be jumping in circles, and running astray.

I’d hop, leap, and bounce (if I had a wall),

With no more direction than a red rubber ball.

Mom says: “They’re dirty—leave them alone please,”

But I think it’s time to start herding sand fleas.


If I were grumpy, as grumpy as they,

I’d kick shells at the gulls; I’d throw trash in the bay.

I’d put sand in Mom’s lotion, and water Dad’s towel;

I’d be cross all day, my mood would be foul.

Dad says: “It’s okay; they don’t mean it a bit,”

But I disagree, I’m teaching clams not to spit.



For another kids poem like this one, please visit the “Young Reader’s” page. For an interesting site on catching, keeping, and feeding sand crabs, please visit



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