适合五年级的英语诗歌朗诵
英语诗歌同建筑艺术一样,也需要追求外在的视觉艺术和造型艺术,讲究外部的象形、对称、参差和魅力,所以诗歌语言也具有建筑艺术美感。本文是适合五年级的英语诗歌，希望对大家有帮助!
适合五年级的英语诗歌：The Elephants Bounced
The elephants bounced and propelled up the stairs.
The hippos did somersaults over their chairs.
The bison were bounding and so were the bears.
It was such a spectacular scene.
The cows were careening around in the den.
The rhinos went right through the ceiling and then
my mom made me promise that never again
would I buy them a new trampoline.
适合五年级的英语诗歌：I Only Want Ketchup
I only want ketchup.
It's all that I like.
I don't need a burger.
I don't need a bike.
I don't want a tuba,
a truck or a train,
bananas, bandanas,
pianos or rain.
I'll pass on canasta,
gymnastics and chess.
I don't need a diamond
a dog or a dress.
I'm fine without fairies,
canaries or figs,
tomatoes, tornadoes,
tortillas and twigs.
I'd give up guitars
and carnations and cheese,
The sparkling stars
and the wind in the trees,
I don't need a hug
or an afternoon hike.
Juss pass me the ketchup.
It's all that I like.
适合五年级的英语诗歌：Ancient
He's older than the oldest man
that anyone has ever known.
He's older than the Internet;
he's older than the telephone.
He's older than the printed word,
the ancient Greeks, the dodo bird.
He's older than the pyramids
and prehistoric hominids.
He's older than the dinosaurs,
the earth, the sun, the moon and stars.
He's old as mud, he's old as dust;
he's wrinkled up and turned to rust.
He's musty, crusty, stinky, dirty.
Simply put, Dad's turning thirty.
适合五年级的英语诗歌：The One Thing I Won't Eat
I don't care how nice you ask me
there is one thing I won't eat.
I don't care how much you add to it
to try to make it sweet.
Not a giant pot of honey.
Not a dozen jars of jelly.
Not a sixteen-pack of soda pop
will get one in my belly.
Use a tank of maple syrup
or a truckload full of fudge.
Bring a hundred cans of frosting
but you will not make me budge.
Try a thousand pounds of chocolate
or a million tons of sugar.
I don't care how much you sweeten it,
I will not eat a booger.
适合五年级的英语诗歌：I am Running, Running, Running
I am running, running, running.
I am running up the stair.
But I'm never, never, never,
never getting anywhere.
I am running, running, running,
but I'm going nowhere fast.
Now I'm huffing, huffing, puffing,
as I'm out of breath at last.
I am standing, standing, standing,
with a grumble and a frown,
for the escalator beat me
and it's taking me back down.