英語短詩歌閱讀

　　英語詩歌是英美文學中的珍寶。在英美文學中,尤其是早期作品中,如史詩及戲劇都是以詩歌的形式出現。下面是小編帶來的，歡迎閱讀!

　　篇一

　　Dear Santa, here's my Christmas list.

　　I hope you'll bring it all.

　　I've only asked for gifts my parents

　　can't find at the mall.

　　I'd like to have a UFO,

　　with aliens inside,

　　and maybe a Tyrannosaurus Rex

　　that I could ride.

　　A ninety-nine foot robot

　　is a present I could use.

　　I'll also need a time machine,

　　and rocket-powered shoes.

　　Please bring a gentle genie

　　who will grant my every wish,

　　and don't forget a wizard's wand,

　　and, yes, a talking fish.

　　Of course, I'll need a unicorn,

　　and won't you please provide

　　a dragon, and a castle

　　in the English countryside.

　　Of course, the weight of all these things

　　might cause your sleigh to crash.

　　If that's the case, dear Santa,

　　please feel free to just bring cash.

　　篇二

　　Ancient

　　He's older than the oldest man

　　that anyone has ever known.

　　He's older than the Internet;

　　he's older than the telephone.

　　He's older than the printed word,

　　the ancient Greeks, the dodo bird.

　　He's older than the pyramids

　　and prehistoric hominids.

　　He's older than the dinosaurs,

　　the earth, the sun, the moon and stars.

　　He's old as mud, he's old as dust;

　　he's wrinkled up and turned to rust.

　　He's musty, crusty, stinky, dirty.

　　Simply put, Dad's turning thirty.

　　篇三

　　While talking on the homophone

　　I heard the strangest thing.

　　I heard a girl named Summer Winter

　　fall into a spring.

　　I heard a knight who mourned

　　for Eve and Dawn one afternoon

　　was later weakened in a daze

　　by April, May and June.

　　I heard a baker pinched some dough

　　and pitched the batter too.

　　But when the owner fired him

　　the loafer wouldn't shoo.

　　I heard a psychic wagered stakes

　　and gamboled as she won.

　　It's rare to see a medium

　　who's ever so well done.

　　I heard the toast made butter fly.

　　The reason? It was plain.

　　I heard the king was always wet.

　　He blamed his lifetime reign.

　　But now he's dry; at eight feet tall

　　his crown was over throne.

　　I guess that's what I get

　　for talking on the homophone.

　　篇四

　　Useless Wristwatch

　　My wristwatch has no minute hand

　　upon it's empty face,

　　and where the hour hand should be

　　there's nothing there but space.

　　My wristwatch simply won't tell time.

　　It's useless as can be.

　　I can't tell if it's half past five

　　or seventeen till three.

　　It could be nearly midnight

　　or it could be ten till four.

　　Without an hour or minute hand

　　I'm not sure anymore.

　　My wristwatch isn't working out

　　the way that I had planned.

　　I guess that I deserved this, though:

　　I bought it secondhand.