Portrait of a sweet mother: funny poems about mother

Moms enjoy eating jam, dancing, singing, and sitting in the dark in the kitchen on Sundays when no one else is around.

Mothers enjoy measuring puddles, finding them during the sweltering summer, forgetting the door’s keys, and then loitering.

Mothers enjoy sleeping in on Saturdays, building snow elephants out of their snow, skipping work, and running around in the winter without a hat.

Moms enjoy munching on candies. They ride the tram, but they don’t say anything about it. Why? No one is aware of…

If your mother caught you doing something you enjoy, like drawing on the hallway wallpaper, Tell her that the painting is titled "Portrait of my dear mom," and that it is Your surprise for March 8.

What fly bit me?

My mom was upset because I treated her rudely. What bit me, the fly?

Most likely, it was a Tsetse fly. Mom looks offended right now.

I’ll go apologize now. And now that I know, you can’t allow flies to bite you!

I came from the sea

I am a seafarer who has been toughened by the ocean. salty and wet. I’m here, Mom, I’ve come from the sea! And Mom exclaimed, "My dear!"

Capricious Mom

At first, it was entertaining: we grewled, jingled, screamed, and pounded a ball against the wall.

Mom only appeared out of nowhere and exclaimed, "It’s just awful!" Who or what are these kids? Are you three or a hundred in number? How come you’re not exhausted? Give up now!"

We dutifully fell silent, stopped jingling, stopped knocking, and stopped mowing in unison. And we grew bored while we sat.

Only Mom came running out of nowhere! and exclaimed, "It’s just terrible!" Five minutes of absolute silence! As though they were all dead! No, carry on as you did!"

And once more, just like at the start, we knocked, we screamed, and we turned a chair into a horse.

Mom sighed deeply and covered her ears once more.

What a whimper!

March 9th

Despite being able to sleep, I got up and made the bed.

The alarm clock doesn’t bother me, and I’m occupied in the kitchen.

As I pour Mom her tea, I’m prolonging her vacation.

Mom

The scent of grass and flowers filled the air as I combed my mother’s hair and did mine.

Without asking, I firmly braided my mother’s hair and chopped off the ends.

My mother just let out a deep sigh. and expressed her weariness!

And I created a magical hairstyle with the magic comb.

Like a dutiful daughter, she sat there. and took a very long time to study herself in the mirror.

I am news

Is Mom at home? Moms No. Mom emerged. online. Mom is searching "How are you in the world" on the Internet. GO DRIVING, Eyes lead: What’s going on in the world? Mom, let me tell you who I am! Here I am, happening in the world!

Mother

This occurs: DOL, prickly rosehip, and nettle sting. During the night, I will dream of a huge failure. CREAM, FALL: – MOM! and my mother will show up beside me, and all of that fear will go away. She will smile, causing the scratches, abrasions, and bitter tears to vanish. "How fortunate I am! I believe I have the best mother ever!"

Mom and dad

In the morning, mom exclaimed: "Overslept!»
Dad jumped up in bed: "Oh, come on?!"
They dug up clothes in the closet in a flash
And got ready in a minute.
Mom put on dad"s pants
(There was no time to find a skirt!)
Dad didn"t have a single pair of pants —
He had to go to work in a skirt.
Mom put on a jacket with shoulder straps,
(Dad serves in the police with us,
He is a lieutenant colonel, and Mom is a teacher,
She didn"t want to be late for class!)
Dad got a daisy scarf,
Even though it was winter outside.
And the police one with the coat of arms cap
Fell off the shelf onto mom!
A mustachioed lady came out of the house.
With her, arm in arm, was a ruddy hero.
In general, excellent mama and pama
Went outside early.

Mom is the best fairy in the world

Long time ago,very long time ago, The fairies of good deeds settled where it’s light and warm and where the fire never goes out.

They resided in hot stone ovens, with candles and fireplaces. And how these fairies are right there when everyone in the house nods off:

They clean up after themselves, mop the floor, put some coziness around, give the kitten some milk, and seal the draft.

And now, too? And now, too? There are no longer any stoves or candles in the homes, which implies that the fairies have vanished entirely.

False! I can assure you that: Food is being prepared for tomorrow; water is splattering in the kitchen as soon as it’s time for the family to go to bed.

And who switches off the light for me, puts the toys in the box, makes a sandwich in the morning, and so on, if the fairies got a cold and vanished?

Sometimes, after ten, I like to go into the kitchen and look around. Is the fairy’s home inside the oven, the lamp, or the battery?

A gift for mom

In a persistent manner, I told my father, "What a gift—a necklace with a pendant?"

And I said, quite frankly and openly, "Believe me, Mom won’t refuse from a bunny!"

This white one! The blue one, that is. Maybe we’ll grab both!

If I were a girl

It would be a waste of time if I were a girl! Rather than leap into the street, I would wash the shirts. I would sweep the floor, wash the cups and spoons, peel the potatoes myself, and wash the kitchen floor. I would arrange all of my toys in their proper locations! I’m not a girl; why? I would be so happy to assist my mom! Mom would say, "You are a good boy, Son!" right away.

Iron-steamboat

It appears to float on Dad’s pants! Forward, a snow-white steamer iron! "You can see land right ahead!" says the mother, who is at the wheel and has binoculars. Mom’s T-shirts, shirts, pants, and sheets have all crossed many oceans. And mom’s iceberg folds A trifle She is an experienced sailor in this industry. She is not afraid of waves! Most likely, she is a sea wolf!

Poetry Additional pieces written by the writer

Lily (Guest)Tonje

Numerous poems have been written about mom, and each one has a very distinct tone. Poets of contemporary children’s literature have contributed amusing, upbeat, and kindly poems for Mother’s Day. We invite moms to laugh and recognize themselves, and children to learn a poem and congratulate their mother.

Waleriaalves

Lyoshenka’s parents do not want her to have a pet. He stomped his feet and poured tears all over the floor in vain. What specifically was wrong with what Lyokha said to them? Parents, who will comprehend them! Is having a pet a bad thing? A hippopotamus is, after all, a good animal.

Incredibly delicious and sophisticated There was a chocolate train in motion. "Chocolate Arrow" was written along the carriages. Its carriages were all like a row of chocolate eggs, and the seats were like cancerous necks. He moved with the swiftness of the wind, but sadly, he had a sweet tooth. These awful sweet tooths licked every carriage before giving in to their hunger and eating the locomotive with the pipe, which was, of course, half the distance they had to walk.

Natuly)

Oh, what wonderful poetry, and we enjoy reading as well Tokmakova Irina

Where do cars carrying snow go? Most likely in warm nations As New Year’s gifts, they give it to the kids. When they get full bags, everyone rushes to play snowballs! The snowballs are ineffective because they melt in the scorching sun and form puddles only occasionally. Where do cars carrying snow go?

We drove to the corner while mounted on a horse. We got into the vehicle and filled it up. We took a car and headed towards the river. Trr! Give up! Make a U-turn. Steamship at the river. We traveled by steamship and arrived at the mountain. We must board an aircraft since the steamship is not carrying. The engine is humming and the plane is in the air: Ooo-o!

I was offended by you. And explain to me why. You held a lollipops tightly, but I won’t finish it!

I only asked for a tiny bit, not much at all. I would bite off a little corner, so be careful.

Whatevs, this lollipop is in English. I was a close friend of yours. That’s the only thing. It’s over now.

I took offense at you. Move on. Now is the moment. If the cat entered only from the yard, that would be preferable.

I would pour milk into a saucer and give it to her out of a mug. Regarding you, my dear, I would quickly forget.

AnyaR

Here are some additional children’s poems and nursery rhymes:

[size=9]Almost silently, I murmur, "I love you, baby! He sneezes like a big one, your button nose is funny, and every finger of yours is sweet! "My golden, stay well!"

Identify yourself, my friend. "Pot" is my name as well! I deliver every child from all kinds of problems. You will go broke if we end up becoming friends! You play, stroll, and read, but remember me! Don’t rush, take a seat, and prepare a surprise for mom! [/size]

Markel has a busy week ahead of her. Many things to accomplish.

Tuesday: Sat in the shower. Day was unaware of the couple.

Wednesday: I got up early in order to have lunch.

And on Thursday, I rejected the work and instead of working, I waited for the rain.

Friday itself There is a retreat in the work.

Saturday is a non-work day.

Sunday: Just for kicks.

Not idle days lost Markel-busy-busy, that is.

Demyan prepared a fish soup.

How was fish soup made by Demyan? Nonsense was thrown into the water. Added a little, Talk filled it all in, and he cut Fables into slices for fish soup.

He took it, gave it a taste for demonstration, and served fish soup for lunch! Eat Demyanova’s fish soup, accept any absurdity, and avoid trying to refuse in order to avoid getting caught in it!

Illari

I purchased a book of syllable-based poetry for my oldest child to read at first. Among the poems in the book was one I had loved as a child but had, understandably, forgotten over time. Then I noticed that, ugh, even the photos were the same. Forgotten because, unlike other books I’ve read to kids, I’ve never come across it in all the time I’ve read to them. It’s right here.

Sharik’s new purple beret has angered Piglet. The goat’s vest is made of red satin. There’s a bow on the chicken. The feline is wearing boots. The pair of cocks harmonied. While everyone is ecstatic, the pig is not. Weeping, she turned away. She’s from the bottom: She wants a red satin vest and a new purple beret. She desires two accordion-playing cockerels, Boots, and a bow. But only in relation to it No one believed She was assigned the incorrect location—completely incorrect! She was given a washcloth and soap, which is another thing that she did not love.

N.AKHM

But how do you feel about these verses, Sibmams?

A cow said to me, "Mu!" and I have no idea what she means. Then, I questioned, "You are to whom?" She responded with a lingering, "Muuuu!" and to my inquiry, "Why?" She repeated, "Muuu!" HOME with her, finding it difficult to communicate. and perhaps years later, we are steaming with a cow We had our talk in cow mu-mu-arahs!

I am extremely talented; it comes naturally to me! I have no trouble jumping all day long, and at midnight, I’m not too lazy to scroll! I’m spinning around on my chair at the table, so please put away all the pots. If I don’t, my talent will ruin you. I have to be moving all the time; I can’t sit still. I spin, jump, laugh, and converse. My gift, which goes by the name of fidgeting, is still undiscovered!

I want to construct a noodle factory when I grow up. And wear noodles in your ears. Naturally, I’ll prohibit everyone!

Natavna

We used to own a book of Marina Druzhinina’s lovely poetry. My elders can still recall these:

Each evening, five small hares would quietly sit next to the hare and zaichikhoy, admiring the sunset.

I’m looking for another book just like this one, but I can’t seem to find any. It was nowhere to be found in the library. We read stories by this author with the whole family and had a great time; they are very similar to Deniskin’s stories, but they are about contemporary kids. Is there a place where I can purchase this author’s books?

tanidi

I am grateful to Veda for suggesting the book written by Yunna Moritz. I happened to come upon "The roof was going home" by accident while browsing the library. Fantastic, we’re going to bed with a happy mood now. I want to buy or place an order with someone. Everyone should read it, as both of my boys—one is four and the other is nine—enjoy it. While there are already some things we’ve learned, I was most surprised to see that two of her poems—"A dog can bite" and "About a hedgehog with a hole in its right side"—have been turned into songs.

Song_of_SpringMarfa Vasilna

Goats are furious because they have beards. Additionally, cats always sport mustaches. Why? ask yourself. However, it is unknown to the public and not observed in the natural world. A goat with a mustache and a bearded cat… In the garden, only strolls Little Uncle Fedya, Little Uncle Fedya—With a beard and a mustache!

wisdom

Girls, I’m grateful you chose such a fantastic topic! We copied so many thought-provoking poems from this!

Particularly concerning "Butuz," whose butt and belly ruin the fun for everyone.

The child is overjoyed. chuckles. It has already been read ten times.

We also possess something. We wish to distribute.

Concerning the snow bunny

We created a snowball; later, we created the ears. And we discovered some coals just for the eyes! The rabbit emerged seemingly alive, complete with a head and tail! Because the whiskers are made of straws, don’t pull them. elongated, glossy, and authentic

First snowfall Bursov, And.

Look around you, guys—everything is covered in cotton wool! And there was laughter in return: – It snowed for the first time. Only Lyuba is in disagreement: Santa Claus brushed his teeth and strewn powder; it wasn’t snow at all.

Using a shovel, I gathered snow on the landing at the entrance. Despite the lack of snow, I managed to create a Snow Maiden. It melted when I left it in the hallway!

Katya, my friend, and I We roll a massive ball. We’re going to make a snowman out of a fluffy lump. The snowman is dressed in a white fur coat, has coals for eyes, and is grinning at us as if he were alive. We’ll get him a broom, sew a cozy collar, and let him explore the village’s streets. A snowman strolls with a janitor.

Pushistik14

All of you have a good day! Additionally, I adore these poems: 1. Boys and girls both frequently urinate in their pants. Mothers are enraged, and children behave badly. proudly urinating in their trousers in front of the entire nation. However, they will stop urinating when they get older.

2. A beauty beyond the earth, Please remove your finger from your mouth! Both boys and girls, avoid sucking your fingers. Children, remember that fingers are not candy. E. Uspensky

3. A little dragon’s lullaby

One lovely Mesozoic day A little, extremely attractive, but occasionally erratic dragon named Son was born into a family of dragons.

The young dragon resisted going to sleep. With the little dragon, the mother endured half of the night in pain. She gently rocked the infant. And snarled gently over the cradle, saying, "Sleep, little dragon, sleep!"

Like a storm in a thunderstorm, the mother sobbed. Additionally, her son slept through the night. This ferocious roar choked the baby, causing him to scream.

The enraged father awoke in the middle of the night and asked, "When will you, Dragon, finally fall asleep?"

At the cradle, the parents They both started howling loudly and for a long time, saying, "Sleep, Dragon, sleep!"

Both Daddy and Mummy growl. Fear makes the dragon scream louder. The little one wet himself as the family sobbed uncontrollably.

How should one proceed? A family council was held. Grandma and Grandpa arrived from Asia in a hurry. At the top of their lungs, fourteen aunts let out a howl and said, "Bye-bye, bye-bye, Sleep, Dragon, fall asleep!"

The infant is crying and is dejected. Africa as a whole hasn’t slept in four days. They are currently rocking the infant. A whole herd trudged forward: -Sleep, sleep, sleep, Dragon, go to sleep!

The chatty child eventually drifted off to sleep. the father as well as the mother. But soon, Mom and Dad got up due to the awful snoring.

The dragon family members hurried back, asking, "Why is he snoring during the day?" A shiver goes down your back. – Everyone yelled, "Oh-OH-OH, OH-OH-OH," at the dragon at this point. DON’T SLEEP, HONEY, GET UP.

ku22

gorodilina wrote:

All mothers live so boringly In. Egorov

Martha Vasilna

Every mother leads such a dull life. V. Egorov

This collection of humorous poems honors a "sweet mother," who is the center of the family in all of her oddball, endearing ways. These playful poems remind us of the happiness and laughter moms bring into our lives while capturing the special moments in everyday life, such as their warm embraces and amusing habits.

Mothers lead such monotonous lives—laundry, iron, and cook. Additionally, they receive no gifts and are not invited to any Christmas parties. I will be a mother as well when I grow up. But not a man’s lady, just a single mother. To go with the crimson hat, I’m going to get a new coat. And I will never, ever marry my father for no reason at all.

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