Allsorts

Present-wrapper

Xmas tree – present

Santa – believer

Mistletoe – lover

Roger Stevens,
He used to be a teacher,
He published his book The Howen in 1993,
I wonder how that feels?
He is a great poet,
He started the PoetryZone itself
For poets like us,
Sharing our poems for many people,
He is so cool,
People who don’t like him are a fool!

I have a friend called Esme
I always say to her, Yes – me!
Guess what? I am Harrison.
I say there’s no comparison!

I wake up and look outside,
Oh no! The sun is not in sight.
The sky is dull, the clouds look sad,
And that makes me feel very bad.
I wish the rain I could stop,
So I could play by the green and I could hop.
But pitter patter starts to fall,
And puddles grow big and small.
I wear my boots and raincoat tight,
Though I miss the sunshine’s light.
I need to go to school, missing the sun,
I feel a day, with no joy and no fun.
Maybe clouds aren’t all that mean,
They help the flowers grow so green.
And when the rainbow comes to play,
It paints a smile across my day!

There was a little rat
Who wore a top hat
That was scared of a fluffy black cat
When the cat appeared
Rat was quick and disappeared
Just like a magical trick!

A dark flare of light,
A little fruit but with might and delight.

When it goes into your mouth,
Its so good you want to shout.

A blue liquid will make a good meal,
A little fruit without a peel

A little fruit will make you heal,
A taste which you always feel !!!!

Santa slid in, no sleigh, just drip,
Yelled “Six Seven!” with peppermint lip.
Elves went feral, reindeer dabbed,
Mrs. Claus dropped a beat, gift bags grabbed.

Tinsel? Nah—Skittles-core snow.
Tree said “yo” and started to glow.
Grinch got rizz, Frosty got flex,
North Pole’s now a vibe complex.

So deck the halls with 67 cheer,
It’s meme-core madness, once a year.
No logic, just sleigh. No plot, just fun.
Six Seven forever—Christmas done.

When sunrise begins the day
All of the animals
Come out to play

Mangoes are ripe
Flowers are blooming
All of the foxes are grooming

When the day finally
Comes to an end
All of the night animals
Come out again

Cat on a mat,
Being pat
Flying like a bat
Sat down
Just like that

Ink and lead
Needle and thread
There are many things that people need
for it takes a seed to grow a tree
It takes a kettle to make tea
And it takes one Awesome God to make you and me.