Alan Alexander Milne

(18 January 1882 – 31 January 1956 / Kilburn, London)

Alan Alexander Milne Poems

1. From: Gold Braid 1/18/2012
2. The Wrong House 1/18/2012
3. Twice Times 1/18/2012
4. Forgotten 1/18/2012
5. Vespers 1/18/2012
6. The Mirror 1/18/2012
7. Water Lilies 1/18/2012
8. From A Full Heart 1/18/2012
9. Pinkle Purr 1/18/2012
10. Tails 1/18/2012
11. Tra-La-La, Tra-La-La 1/18/2012
12. Sand-Between-The-Toes 1/18/2012
13. The Four Friends 1/18/2012
14. Solitude 1/18/2012
15. The Friend 1/18/2012
16. Furry Bear 1/18/2012
17. Waiting At The Window 1/18/2012
18. Swing Song 1/18/2012
19. In The Fashion 1/18/2012
20. Forgiven 1/18/2012
21. Daffodowndilly 1/18/2012
22. Spring Morning 1/18/2012
23. Cottleston Pie 1/18/2012
24. Jonathan Jo 1/18/2012
25. The Knight Whose Armour Didn'T Squeak 1/18/2012
26. The Three Foxes 1/18/2012
27. Sneezles 1/18/2012
28. Halfway Down 1/18/2012
29. Puppy And I 1/18/2012
30. Twinkletoes 1/1/2004
31. The Morning Walk 1/1/2004
32. Market Square 1/1/2004
33. The Christening 1/1/2004
34. Independence 1/1/2004
35. Hoppity 1/1/2004
36. Brownie 1/1/2004
37. Come Out With Me 1/1/2004
38. Lines And Squares 1/1/2004
39. Politeness 1/1/2004
40. If I Were King 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Alan Alexander Milne

The King's Breakfast

The King's Breakfast
The King asked
The Queen, and
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid:
"Could we have some butter for
The Royal slice of bread?"
The Queen asked the Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid
Said, "Certainly,
I'll go and tell the cow
Now
Before she goes to bed."

The Dairymaid
She curtsied,
And went and told
The Alderney:
"Don't forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread."
The Alderney
Said sleepily:
"You'd better tell
His Majesty
That many people nowadays
Like marmalade
Instead."

The Dairymaid
Said, ...

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Wind On The Hill

No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.

It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.

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