Tag: children's poem
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The Ghost of Fortune Street
I am the ghost of Fortune Street Your local Primary My grave was in an open field Then they built a school on me For centuries I was content To glide behind the ploughs Or if I felt some devilment To agitate the cows It wasn’t much, I will admit To keep this spirit up…
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Lessonitis
I’m angry with art and fed up of Spanish Frankly I wish that D.T would just vanish Computing is cringe and P.E makes me sick History and Geography get on my wick English is driving me slowly insane R.E is causing me physical pain I wish that mathematics could just disappear And P.S H.E makes…
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Snacking With Sally
Sally Parks ate anything Post-it notes, bits of string Pencil shavings and erasers Buttons off your new school blazer Gravel, pebbles, rocks and stones Staplers, pens and mobile phones Hair she pulled from Barbie dolls Shampoo, soap and aerosols Toilet paper off the roll Bits of wood and lumps of coal Chairs and tables, wardrobes…
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Hippos
It’s said that hippopotamuses Can weigh as much as minibuses Despite this quite enormous size A hippo rarely eats a pie And though he’d eat your garden whole He’ll pass up on a sausage roll Just as well ‘cause on those legs He’d never make it down to Greggs
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The Mosque Trip
I wish this poem wasn’t based on real events … “Me mam and dad won’t let me go,” was all the explanation he had given. And Miss Davis had just nodded and written his name, ‘Jamie Kelly’, on a list under four others. “I really want to but …” he had tried to say, but…
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The Suitcase
A bit of a sad poem about the power that smells have to evoke memory. The Suitcase When I was thirteen, my school arranged a trip to explore the peaks and valleys of the Lake District. Three hour walks through hostile weather to spend our nights in hostel bunk-beds: what joy. Consider the geological wonder…
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One Of Three
Friendships at school can be tricky – even more so if there are three of you. I’m one of three, I’m one of three Locked in anxious rivalry Wracked by worry, fear and doubt That I’m the one to be left out Always sure that I’m the spare Unneeded by the other pair Never able…
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Unexplained Behaviour
This poem is more serious in tone and thinks about what may be behind a child’s behaviour. I’ll be quiet and do as I’m told If you’ll only let me be The grown-ups will think that I’m good as gold I’ll make sure there’s nothing to see Whatever they say I’ll agree I’ll never be…
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Body Doubles
We did some work on body idioms and it got me thinking. The patient at the doctor’s, was feeling rather strange So he set out all his symptoms, their severity and range. Though his illness might confuse you I’ll report it faithfully And give his words exactly As they were told to me. “I need…
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Scaredy Cat
I’m scared of men that have big beards The bushy ones the most And shiver at the thought they might Be hiding bits of toast. If I should see a magpie perched Upon my apple tree I’m terrified that something bad Will soon occur to me. The number thirteen doesn’t worry many other folk but…