A is For Arnyx

ed rosenthal
August 5, 2015

It occurred to me that although I have posted a sample illustration from my book of verse for children, A is for Arnyx, I haven't posted any examples of the verses themselves.   Here are three of them,   The first, The Arnyx,  was also the first to be written.  I made up the name "Arnyx" and was very surprised when I discovered, through the magic of the internet, that there are people named "Arnyx",  The second, The Frammis, was my first and only attempt at an original tongue-twister.   The third, The Questerling, is perhaps the most traditional kid's poem in the book.



The Arnyx is a fearsome beast –
Two heads, twelve legs, three tails (at least.)
His cry’s so loud, that when it’s ceased,
A pin drop’s like a drum.

The Arnyx lives in garden sheds,
And sometimes under children’s beds.
The rightmost of its hairy heads
Is used for chewing gum.

Fear not, fear not the Arnyx, child!
Its disposition’s meek and mild.
The only thing that drives him wild
Is a girl who sucks her thumb.


The frammis frets and fidgets,
As it tries to fit a widget
On the bottom of a basket
That is fully filled with gaskets

Now, the frammis, silly fellow,
Would be better being mellow,
For a widget is a gadget
For the inside of a basket,

And it’s much too much to ask it
To fit inside a basket
That is fully filled with gaskets.


When all the other birds take wing,
The poor, bedraggled Questerling
Yearns to join them in their flight,
Flaps its wings with all its might,
Until its heart begins to pound.
And still it’s anchored to the ground.

That hapless, panting Questerling,
That hopeless, earthbound, flightless thing,
Is burdened by excessive weight.
Oh, it regrets now that it ate
So much candy, so much cake
Not to mention chocolate shakes.

Oh, how it regrets its fast-food fling!
No more French fries, O, Questerling!
McDougall menus from now on,
Until all this extra weight is gone.

For now, the Questerling sits and sighs,
And dreams of soaring through the skies.


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