Fernanda Dos Santos
Fernanda Dos Santos lives in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. She is a proud grandmother who, one day on impulse, wrote a poem for her 3 beautiful granddaughters. Upon seeing that they loved it so much that they laughed themselves silly all through the reading and then asked her for more, she was inspired to continue writing.
Fernanda has now a total of 16 poems and 11 stories for children ages 6 through 14 as well as 13 poems for adults. She has shared her collection with family and friends and their children who all insist that she should try to have them published.
MY CAT
I once had an orange cat
Who liked to wear a funny hat.
He was very, very fat!
What do you think about that?
He ran to town
Walked up and down
Always with a frown.
“Look at that cat
Running around,
looking like a clown!
Look at him go,
putting on a show!”
My cat saw a mouse coming out of a house.
The mouse wore blue shoes and sang the blues.
Said my cat to the mouse “Do you want to play a game?”
Said the mouse to my cat “Sure but first tell me your name.”
“My name is Spot because of my dot” said my cat.
“My name is José and I am all gray” said the mouse.
Along came a dog that looked like a hog.
“Is that a pig?”
“Or..a dog wearing a wig?”.
The town’s people laughed
the dog barked.
“Look at the funny cat wearing the hat!”
“The mouse in the blue shoes, singing the blues!”
“The dog like a pig wearing a wig!”
They all held hands and danced the jig.
DOG-FROG
Once there was a dog
Who went down to the river for a walk.
He was so tired that he yawned
But when he opened his mouth
In jumped a frog
And it was swallowed by the dog.
With a start
The dog tried to bark
But what came out
Was not even a shout
Instead he did it
The bark came out as a “Ribbit”.
Ribbit, Ribbit.
A dog?
Or a frog?
Who was he?
What was he going to be?
What was he going to do?
Would he end up in a zoo?
The dog was very sad.
He thought he might go mad.
When he tried to walk,
All he could do was hop.
At the river’s end
The dog had to hop over a fence.
Again he did it
He went Ribbit, Ribbit
But as he hopped he opened his mouth
And so the frog jumped back out.
The dog was now free to be
A dog again
And his strange adventure
Was at a happy end.
