Come on, it’s Easter
Eat a Chocolate egg
And don’t poke it or it will get it YOUR Easter egg
Creepy holes in it
Where are they from?
The WORM!
Obviously – so don’t poke it
It’s for you own sake
Now, where is that worm?
Up in my tree or down on my knee
AAAAAAAAAAHH!
Got to be good, got to be good
Take my Easter egg
Actually, no, it’s a mistake
NO!
Fluttering across the meadow,
in all sorts of colours,
landing on bluebells and leaves.
Red, blue and green,
massive, small, swirly, lined,
turquoise, violet, zigzag, patterned,
I don’t care, I love butterflies!
In Spring they dart about
and when you see one like a rainbow,
it fills you with hope and joy.
Competition Winner. Well done.
Hey little bug
Your name is Doug
Doug is a nice name for a bug
I found you in the jug
And called you Doug
Competition Winner! Well done.
A dog and a duck and a little puddle
They couldn’t both fit in
So they had a cuddle
The duck liked the puddle
But he didn’t like the cuddle
Competition Winner! Well done, Patrick.
Why kick a moo cow,
Why kiss a toad,
Why help a chicken
Across the road?
Why bounce a hedgehog,
Why throw a frog,
Why roll a tortoise
Over a log?
Why kick a moo cow,
Why flick a fly,
Why poke a monkey
In the eye?
Why touch a rhino,
Why flip a flea,
Why bring a lizard
Home for tea?
Why kick a moo cow,
Why shake a snake,
Why chuck a duck,
Into a lake?
Oh, why kick a moo cow?
Why kick a moo cow?
Why kick a moo cow….
Because a moo cow
kicked me
That’s Why!
Competition Winner! Well done.
Bombing, banging, booming boats.
Fire flying through the open air.
Screaming as people get hit by the burning, crackling, flaming fire.
Children clinging to their Mothers trying to be brave
But their Mothers saying, “Go, I’ll be fine.”
And when they come back no one’s there, everyone’s gone
Swarming skies with planes letting go to big round things
Which blow up metres of land and buildings.
Everything’s brown, burnt, bare.
Competition Winner!
They said they are the enemy
And we have to shoot to kill
But he looked like he could be my friend
I think his name was Bill
I bet he liked football just like me
When he was only nine
But they say we have to shoot him
Because he’s the wrong side of the line
Competition Winner!
The Sadness…
No brightness, light is dim,
I don’t really remember him.
His eyes were blue,
Sunk with sadness,
He was the silence of the crew.
He would do no bad.
When he went,
All was loud,
Time stopped,
And men’s eyes filled with tears,
While the ship’s anchor started to rust,
It felt like everything was going to bust.
Once the Navy was a place of defence ,
Now it’s a place of greed.
If he was here, he’d understand.
The evil pain that circled me,
I was a monster of blood,
Like a vampire in the sun.
So much burning, bombs and fires,
Nothing here is normal anymore.
I wish he had come back,
Away from the shadowy figure,
Who haunts him to the end.
Oh poor Frank Donald Connable.
Competition Winner!
In the trenches, the shadows loom,
Noises of guns in the gloom.
We are deceased, a short way below,
We were once living, long weeks ago.
These are dark days, war is doom.
We lived dawn, dead when sunset glow,
and now the crimson poppies blow.
Felt love, it will still grow.
Dark days, we will not go.
In the sky, the planes still bravely fighting, fly.
We cannot fight, but we still cry.
Dark days, we had to die.
Competition Winner!
War is here,
The noise, the noise, the noise is horrible,
Children are crying,
The bombs dropping,
The children are wanting their mum and dad
because they have been sent away.
I stop in front of a shelter,
I go in the shelter,
I am not with my brothers or sister
they are at a different house,
I am sad,
I miss my mum and dad so much,
I hope they are still alive.
Competition Winner!