First Poems

Kay is pretty
Puppies are pretty
Kittens are pretty
But a yo-yo is not pretty

Sometimes small plates are pretty
Sometimes painted pots are pretty
Sometimes paintings are pretty
But doors are not pretty

Tell Tale Tilly said
I rode on a seahorse and
found a pot of gold.
I galloped on a unicorn
and found what it was
like in days of old.
She told that to Mandy
who told it to Sandy
who told it to Lily who
told it to the boy next door
and he told it to teacher
and teacher said
what a funny tale
Have you heard it, Tilly?

(this poem won the poetry category award in Telling Tales Nottingham Kids Festival of Imagination 2014)

My teeth a cherry would sweeten
like berries
I hate berries
and celery

There was a zombie at my door
I felt very poor
He gave me a bad sore
Right on my paw
I never said a word
I never heard
The zombie on Spooky Island

This pencil is tall
Some pencils are small
This pencil’s name is Lilly
She can be very silly
She lives in the school
She can be very cool
She’s not mean
But very clean
She isn’t cruel
But she loves the pool

Nodding Noah needs nothing
Lazy Luca licks lizards
Organized Orla offers oranges
Jolly James juggles jellies
Relaxed Raffy writes on rats

Moody
Unhappy
Mum

Christmas is the best
you get loads of presents
But the best bit of all
is that you get to stay up
nearly all night
You can open your stocking at sunrise
And as you walk down the stairs
To the glorious tree
The green, magical, glistening tree
As you look for the presents marked with your name
And when it is that time
For the dinner bell to be rung
All the family comes together
to sit together and
have some fun!

I am a badge to not win
I am a badge to think about
I am not a paper statue
I am not a piece of garbage
I am not what you think I am

But I am a badge to respect
I am to remember
I am someone who was in the war
I am a part of the country
I am just everything to the world