My friends are the best friends in the world
and they keep me company
When I’m sad they help me laugh
and they play football
Archie, Noah, Eric, Harry and Jay Jay
Allsorts
A Poem About Georgia
Dear Georgia, if you are seeing this sorry
Georgia is crazy,
and her hair is very wavy.
She is very davey,
And is a beautiful lady.
Georgia is such a daisy,
My Friends
Harry is the hairiest
Eric is the elegant one
Archie is the weird one
Robbo is the rockstar
Amir is the best
These are my FRIENDS
I’m Not Born in August My Brother Is!
I’m not born in August, my brother is
Questions start to fizz.
“Your In August Right?” Is what they say to me!
“Your In October Right?” Is what they say to my brother!
I’m like – it’s the Other Way!
My Dad laughs and says she’s October and he’s August,
Whilst I’m sat watching Beautiful Bees.
HAHAHAHAHA!!! They always laugh,
Why not craft with me!?
All Sorts of Poems (part two)
In summer it’s as well you should,
Switch on the light before you sip,
For others actually could,
Be taking their midnight dip.
Plate-glass doors form a dangerous duo:
Never, when using them, try
To enter the place by the one marked TUO
To enter the place by the one marked NI.
The world is dark with rumours,
And things may happen to you.
Keep your handkerchief in your bloomers,
And the money in your shoe.
Don’t ask for automatic gears,
Or Worthington’s bass beers,
Or Scarborough’s or Brighton’s piers,
Or three or even fewer cheers.
Don’t ask for bandits’ bandoliers
Or Caliphs and their fat viziers;
Gazebos, ha-has, Belvederes,
Or rapids, waterfalls and weirs.
