Allsorts

Storm-chaser
Sail-blower
Tree-destructor
Bird-path
Storm-starter
Hurricane-blower
Rain-mixture
Silence-growler

Every night before bed,
I set my alarm to six,
Then all the goodnights are said,
Then I’ll wake up and eat Weetabix.

But when I wake up in the morning,
Everything is different,
The alarm didn’t work maybe,
And this wasn’t apparent as a baby!

I went downstairs,
And I see my mum,
Standing with two pears,
And I nervously chewed my gum.

The virus is here,
It’s here to stay,
Listen and hear,
Let us all be okay.

The virus has arrived,
And there’s no cure,
But for those who survived,
We’ll figure it out I’m sure.

We’re all calling,
Because of the virus,
We’re all stressing,
We’re all making a fuss!

When you are outside,
Minding your own buisness,
Your sibling watching Rip Tide,
A tail you may witness!

The tail might be thin,
Or maybe thick and bushy,
Perhaps behind a bin,
Or may look very plushy.

It may be brown or white,
Or may be red or grey,
It may run out of sight,
Or you can see it stay!

Baby or adult,
Female or Male,
You may want to consult,
On where they are for sale !

You may think they are cute,
You may think they’re impetuous
They like to munch on fruit,
And sometimes are preposterous.

Some of us might think,
That their not like turtles,
But others learnt through history,
That they are all called squirrels!!!

Easter at my house is always
as good as could be
between the chocolate and the Easter bunny
filling us up with glee.
We would have Chicken for the dinner
and celebrate Jesus’ return
and for many it’s a happy Easter term.
We go to church that holy day
and spread God’s peace throughout the day.
Well that’s me done
I had a good time until next year
I’ll write a new rhyme.

Last Friday I broke my arm
I cried a lot, I wasn’t calm

I went to hospital in the car
My mum and dad said it wasn’t far

I was given an X-ray
Dad asked if I was okay

It hurts a lot even now
As I write this poem – ow!

By the way I had stitches too
I’ve had them before – have you?

My arm was pulled and tugged some more
Then it became rather sore

It went into a fabric cast
But all of that is in the past

On Thursday this week
I might have an operation – eek!

By the way this story is true
Comment below
Has it happened to you?

We were in the schoolyard
About to start our day
When a stranger walked straight through our gate
And took our sounds away

The laughing of the children
The calling of a name
Lots of different noises
From lots of different games

The cheer of a goal
The sound of a cry
Someone chanting
“The captain said ie ie”

The whisper of secrets
The skipping ropes twack
Someone getting shouted at
By mean old mister Mack

The polite chats
The swishing of cards
The sound of someone
Hitting the ground, hard.

The sound of a song being sung
And shoes hitting the ground
The sound of children giggling
Oh how I loved those sounds

A stranger came this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
He took all of our sounds
And now he is our prey

This poem was inspired by the sound collected by Roger McGough

Alone at home

No one is there

Nowere to go

Or I made my death

I was ignored in the lightning

DON’T LEAVE YOURSELF OUT

Please, read this
I sent a very good poem called please and it wasn’t put up…

It’s there, Olivia. Just scroll down, you’ll find it.

Heart pounding,
Can’t take breaths,
People surrounding
The area.

Race is finished,
Medals are given,
She comes first.

Anger takes over,
Like a powerful nova,
He wanted a medal,
But he got none.

Keep calm,
He whispered to himself,
Then someone grabbed his arm.

It was dad,
He was very mad,
That his son didn’t keep his cool,
Son you seem like a fool! said dad.

There is always next year.