3 result(s) for Funny Poems Called The Pedlar.
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The Sneezing Hat
A pedlar came with a hat on his head,
He whispered, "This hat is the finest," he said.
"It grants every wish, and it sings at the dawn,
And yet it has one little habit, my pawn!"
I bought it for coins that I scraped from my shoe,
And placed it upon my head, bright and new.
Then came a great tremble, a rumble, a twitch,
And out burst a sneeze that could make a bird flitch!
The hat gave a "Ah-CHOO!" that rattled the door,
It blew all my porridge clean across the floor.
The cat flew up high and the dog spun around,
And the teapot took off with a tumble and bound.
I tried to take off the hat with a shout,
But it sneezed once again and I sneezed out my doubt.
Now the pedlar's gone laughing, his cart rolling far,
And I wear my sneezing hat wherever you are!
The Pedlar's Lopsided Wares
A pedlar came with a squeaky cart,
His hat was a teapot, his coat a tart.
He cried, "Buy my spoons that bend in half,
And boots with one leg, one ear, one laugh!"
He sold me a clock that ran in reverse,
A rocking chair that would only curse.
His umbrella dripped when the sky was blue,
And his left-handed gloves fit no one too.
I bought a kettle that sang off-key,
A cat-shaped lamp with a missing tree.
He winked and waved as he wheeled away,
Leaving me wondering what I'd bought today.
The Pedlar's Pack
A pedlar came with a jingling cart,
His voice as sweet as a honeyed tart.
He sold a spoon that would never stir,
A hat that tickled the nose of a burr.
The miller bought a lantern unlit,
A hammer that bent and a bell with no bit.
The baker paid for a rope of sand,
And swore it would hold the whole village in hand.
The widow traded her last gold ring
For a whistle that only sang in spring.
The parson took a compass that spun,
And pointed, quite proudly, to the sun.
By dusk the pedlar was miles away,
His cart gone creaking down the bay.
The villagers stood with their useless wares,
And laughed till they cried at their own sweet cares.
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