There is something in my pocket.
Whatever can it be?
I don’t remember putting something in there recently.
I am not sure I should touch it.
I don’t know if I dare.
It might be cold and slimy or it could be sprouting hair.
There is something in my pocket.
It feels a little odd.
At least it isn’t slimy. I could try another prod.
But now I feel more nervous and
I don’t know what to do!
That something in my pocket has just broken into two!
There are somethings in my pocket.
Of that, I have no doubt.
And as they’re making me upset, I think I’ll take them out.
© Kristin Martin 2013
This poem reminded me of a poem my mom read to me as a child…I only recall the first and part of the second line
“What has I dots in my pottets?
I gots strings ‘n things…”
If anyone knows this poem I’d be so grateful to learn more!
I’ve never heard the poem, so I can’t help you. I wonder if anyone else has?
Thank you for this poem!!! It really makes me wonder what was actually inside that pocket !!! I love it when poems end of with a cliffhanger!!!! It is just like a book series once you read the first one and it ends of with a cliffhanger I would usually want to get the next book to find out what happens next!!! Do you ever feel that way??? Don’t stop writing me and my brother really love your poems!!!
Do you know, I don’t actually know what was in the pocket! (It’s a fictional poem.) What do you think it could have been?
This poem reminded me of my blazer which is full of junk and reminded me that I need to clean it out. There was a great sense of rhythm to this poem which had more humour to the poem. This poem would have to be one of my favourites and one of the most relatable.
I appreciate how much thought you put into your comments. They are delightful to read.
All I have in my pocket, usually, is dust
It’s weird. I don’t know how it gets in there, anyway, I loved how you left the reader on a cliffhanger! It was very creative! I loved this poem! Bye
What do you think it was? I was hoping the readers would use their imagination and think of what it could be. ( I really don’t know what it was!)
That poem really made me interested in what was in the pocket. We’re did you get the idea of this poem? What was in the pocket any way? Nice poem!
I don’t know! What do you think it was?
This poem gives me a certain amount of suspense, and we don’t know what is in the pocket. I liked how it was very creative, and left the reader on a cliff hanger. What was really in the pocket in the first place?
That’s for you to decide!
I wonder what it is.Do you know what it is? I sometimes have things in my pocket!
I don’t know what it is? What could it be?
I always have things in my pocket! Gret poem Kristin!
hi Kristin love your poem keep it up
I wonder what was in there great poem.
I don’t know what was in the pocket. What do you think it could be?
True when ever there is a pocket i tend to put something unconsciously. But when i dont have pocket i dont feel as I miss something. So cool poem
keep up the good work
My school jacket has heaps of junk from like term one I think. Although I do clean every month or so.
I still have a pencil in my coat pocket that I found when I was on yard duty a couple of months ago. I think my coat sounds like your jacket.
I think this poem sounds cool. Sometimes I find extraordinary things I forget in my pocket.
That sounds fun.
Hello Kristen! I stuff heaps of junk into my pockets like rubbish. The bad thing is that there is a hole in one and things keep falling out. How annoying do you think that is?
That does sound annoying!
It gives me goosebumps. What can be in the pocket?
I got a real sense of suspense when I read this poem. I’m very curious, what was in his/her pocket?
i don’t know. That’s fo rosy to decide.
Your poem was pretty funny. If it was my pocket, It must be a build eraser. But it might be something else. It might be something that is glass. Or a ring?
Or it must be something which is foam?
Thanks for your comment. Your pockets sound interesting!
I like your poem. It is funny. Is there something in your pocket?
If it was my pocket it would be a sticker.
Thanks for your comment. The only thing that is in my pocket today is a tissue. Your sticker sounds much more interesting!
After reading this poem I want to know what’s inside his/her pocket!
What do you think is in my pocket? It’s fiction, so it could be anything you like!
I allways leave stuff in my pocket. Mum usually finds them on the clothesline.
My kids used to leave stuff in their pockets too. I’m the mum who ket to find them!
This poem reminds me of myself when I had something in my pocket and I did not know what it was.
I’m glad the poem reminds you of something you’ve done.
Such a fine poem.
Thank you, Tharinsa.
I stuff things in my pocket all the time
Hopefully you always remember what they are!
Congratulations on your poems Kristin. This one is definitely my favourite though. Very clever. Keep on writing…..All the best, Graeme.
Thanks Graeme. It’s my friend Mike’s favourite too, though his comment has gone missing. Maybe it’s in my pocket?