Occasionally, our grandchildren might misbehave just like all normal young children. Talking about misbehaving can be stressful to a child. I’ve found that fun poems are a great venue to use for beginning relaxed conversations with young children. A child is more likely to express himself in a conversation with a grandparent in response to a fun poem or story that he can relate to. If the conversation follows a fun poem such as one of the  following misbehaving poems about a robot, a girl named Billy Jean, a girl with a curl, and a guy with a ‘tude, it will be more meaningful and remembered as a positive experience with Grandma.

My Robot’s Misbehaving
by Kenn Nesbitt

My robot’s misbehaving.
It won’t do as I say.
It will not dust the furniture
or put my toys away.

My robot never helps me
with homework or my chores.
It doesn’t do my laundry
and neglects to clean my floors.

It claims it can’t cook dinner.
It never makes my bed.
No matter what I ask of it,
it simply shakes its head.

My robot must be broken.
I’ll need to get another.
Until that day, I have to say,
I’m glad I have my mother.

Copyright © 2009 Kenn Nesbitt
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From www.poetry4kids.com

Rudy Tude
by Kenn Nesbitt

Rudy Tude is rather rude.
There’s no one half as mean.
He truly is the crudest dude
that anyone has seen.

He’ll poke you in the eye for fun.
He’ll step upon your toes.
He’ll yell at you until you run,
then spray you with a hose.

He’ll wipe his nose upon his sleeves.
He’ll spit upon the ground.
So everybody always leaves
when Rudy Tude’s around.

And, all alone, he’ll sit and cry
but never make amends.
He’ll only cry and wonder why
he hasn’t any friends.

Copyright © 2011 Kenn Nesbitt
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From www.poetry4kids.com

There Was a Little Girl
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.

Jessica Jean
by Kenn Nesbitt

We planted some beans in our garden in class,
along with some peppers and pumpkins and grass.
We planted them neatly in straight little rows.
But Jessica Jean stuck her bean up her nose.

She did it discreetly, not making a peep.
She pushed with her pinky and poked it in deep,
then kept it a secret, so no one would know.
But, meanwhile, her bean was beginning to grow.

It popped out a leaf on the tiniest stalk,
that quickly unfolded and caused her to squawk,
then rapidly blossommed and grew to a vine,
while Jessica Jean was beginning to whine.

It quickly expanded to cover her lips.
It grew on her shoulders, her elbows and hips.
It bloomed on her body and covered her clothes,
completely encasing her down to her toes.

It looped on her ankles, engulfing her feet,
cocooning her knees and obscuring her seat,
concealing her up past the top of her chest,
her arms and her hands, and then all of the rest.

And that was the last that has ever been seen,
or heard of the student named Jessica Jean.
So always remember to plant them in rows,
and never, don’t ever, put beans in your nose.

Copyright © 2005 Kenn Nesbitt
All Rights Reserved
From www.poetry4kids.com