Allsorts

Don’t let the Indian tigers
Bite your fingers.

Don’t let the flamingo
Get ready to go.

Don’t let the kangaroo
Bounce on you.

Don’t let the squirrel
Quarrel.

Don’t let the rabbit
Do a split.

Don’t let the bat
Pat.

Don’t let the mouse
Break into your house.

Don’t let the monkeys
Steal your keys!

I’m going out for a moment.
Why?
I’m Bored.
Why?
Because I haven’t played anything today?
Why?
Because I don’t want to.
Why?
Why don’t you stop saying why?
Why?

I want to create
a magical school
I want to create
a library
with all the books in the world
I want to create
a little girl
meeting thousands of puppies

I want to create a book with a fierce dragon in
I want to create a never-ending day
I want to create a never-ending rollercoaster,
I want to create an enchanted forest

I want to unlock the secret of the age of my fifth great grandad
I want to unlock the secret of God
I want to unlock the secret of my sister’s mind
I want to unlock the secret of how humans came to be

We were a family playing happily

but a war came rapidly.

The war took our dad,

which made us very mad.

Our mother was talking to another,

which made us leave with my brother

We left at twilight with no light,

in the forest I had a fright.

We arrived at the spikey border,

but a guard gives us an order

Guards chased us,

we paid a stranger to help us and he said yes.

We saw a glistening sea,

on the ocean we were set free.

We saw a speck of land,

and finally we stopped being mad.

Tearing me down
Wishing me gone
Being mean
Why?

“Try not to listen,
Instead try to glisten.
Be kind, be caring and be you.”
That’s what I’m always told

But it’s hard
To ignore
This never ending
BULLYING

Snow is falling
Santa is gifting
Children are napping
Elves are helping
And reindeer are gliding

No one goes to the haunted house
boarded windows and doors
you hear ooooooooohs
ghost moans
witches compare who’s face is in more despair .

People shiver and scream
if you’re around on Halloween
skeletons roam around the halls
on the creaky floorboards
Mummies moan, witches laugh
still no one goes to the haunted house

In the darkness you may find a creepy bat
or two a vampires
sneaking before the creaking animals
running to the main person
Mr Shiver’s white and mouldy brain
in the house lab
and as time passes
he gets even more insane
shouting things from his mouldy old brain

He says to his maid, Fetch me corpses, hair and flesh .
It has to be perfect and divine
In the haunted house
it’s always spooky time.

I am going out
why?
to sunbathe
why?
because it’s cold
why?
to go in the shed
why?
to do the gardening
why?
stop saying why!
what?