What great poems! I wasn't much into poetry as a kid but I did like a few. The Pobble Who Had No Toes by Edward Lear was one of my favourites. I had recently tried to find the words to one called The Train To Glasgow and to my suprise, my mother managed to find my old book (The Faber Book of Nursery Verse) which contained these.

I have just been browsing through this book to see if I could find any by the authors mentioed in this thread. I don't know if this one is well known or not but I quite liked this one by Eugene Field.

The Remorseful Cakes

A little boy called Thomas ate
Hot buckwheat cakes for tea
A very rash proceeding, as
We presently shall see.

He went to bed at eight o'clock,
As all good children do,
But scarce had closed his little eyes,
When he most restless grew.

He flopped on this side, then on that,
Then keeled upon his head,
And covered all at once each spot
Of his wee trundle-bed

He wrapped one leg around his waist
And t'other round his ear,
While Mamma wondered what on earth
Could ail her little dear.

But sound he slept, and as he slpet
He dreamt an awful dream
Of being spanked with hickory slabs
Without the power to scream.

He dreamt a great big lion came
And ripped and raved and roared-
While on his breast two furious bulls
In mortal combat gored.

He dreamt he heard the flop of wings
Within the chimney flue-
And down there crawled, to gnaw his ears,
An awful bugaboo!

When Thomas rose net morn his face
Was pallid as a sheet;
"I nevemore," he firmly said,
"Will cakes for supper eat!"

Jon