I met an old man who was searching around

And he looked on his shelves and then back on the ground.

     He peeped under stones and then looked in his bin;

     Ran out of his garden but then came back in.

 

He sat on his chair but he couldn’t keep still;

So he turned on the cooker and stared at the grill.

     He then went in his bathroom and studied his bath

     But returned to his garden and stared at the path.

 

His little dog watched him and he wondered too:

'Well, just what is he seeking?  I wish that I knew.'

     So his doggy joined him and hunted around

     And his wet nose was sniffing all over the ground.

 

His cat saw them both and she joined in the hunt -

And his pig came along and he started to grunt.

     A duck soon arrived with a mouse and a mole

     And a big wriggly worm crawled from out of a hole.

 

The man began smiling when he saw a small hen

And immediately ran for his paper and pen.

     He was hunting for verbs!  What a very strange man!

     And this was the reason his searching began.

 

 

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* This poem was chosen by teachers and children and one of almost 400 published in 2010 by AMS Educational Publisher Ltd.

 

 

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