Poems

They think you’re a racist, but who cares when you’re free?
For their bigoted minds can’t take what they see
And you hold up your head when their chants fall upon you
Cause they think they’re so clever when with curses they don you
A racist, a bigot, a Hitler to be,
But now raise your head high and howl in victory
The day it is done and our nation is free!

Well the leaders united to urge us to stay,
But the London elite were crushed anyway!
The “Crap Northern Towns” have won us the day
For Reason and Prosperity on our first free day!

Now there’s no going back for the deed it is done,
But Britain is free and its people are one
And while nobody knows what the future will hold,
These “crap Northern Towns” stopped the Londoners cold!

A bluebell sky filled my view,
Not a cloud,
A lavender hue.

A bluebell sky,
seen by boys and girls,
A blanket wrapped around the world.

A bluebell sky,
way up there,
way more gentle than a thunder cloud’s glare.

A bluebell sky what a sight,
Bye, bye,
Cause it’ll soon be night.

Luna, my monkey
Went to outer space
She was a real nuisance
And you should have seen her face

Luna, my monkey
Lives in the moon
We saw her waving
Just this afternoon

Luna, my monkey
Was the first one to land on the moon
Not even Neil Armstrong
Could have reached there that soon

Luna, my monkey
Gave the second name to the moon
I love her so much
And hope to see her real soon

Luna, my monkey
Is the greatest monkey of all
It’s amazing how a monkey
Can live on a big giant white ball

Luna my monkey
Has really hit the score
And if you visit some time, look for Luna
For she is always ready to give you a tour

When you fall into a deep sleep, dreams start to play
Creating pictures and sounds that nobody can hear but you
They dance and prance in your head
They’re long on the outside but sort on the inside
Sometimes you may be dreaming your wish
But other times you may be dreaming your dread
When you dream a bad dream you may toss and turn or scream
but in a happy dream you stay as quiet as a mouse apart from your breathing
If your dream is good or bad reflects on your face
If you have a bad dream your face will look scared
but if you have a good dream your face will be relaxed

I am so bad at counting
My numbers, from 1 to 10
This I how I do it
One chicken, two hens
Three ice-creams, seven boys
Five sense organs
Six toys
Ten fingers
Nine cherries
Four cheese burgers
And eight berries
I really hope that I said that right
Or my teacher will be sad
And everyone reading this poem
Are gonna be real mad!!

Today I tacked my pony up
Then I put up my jumps up and got back on
I walked him around then turned around
Then we broke into a working canter
I lined up then jumped
The pole stayed up so we carried on
As we approached the second jump we had a run out
So we incurred 4 penalties and turned around
Then jumped it again
We approached the finishing fence and jumped clear

If I could fly, I’d frolic with the wind,
I’d have tea in Olympus,
I’d do many things.

If I could fly I’d talk to the stars,
I’ll go to school with aliens,
I’d excavate Mars.

If I could fly I travel the world,
no need for a passport,
I’ll fly with the birds.

If I could fly would I have wings?
Or a jet pack?
or be propelled by the wind?

If I could fly would I get tired very quickly?
would I fly faster than ducks?
Or crash into blimps?

Maybe it’s safer to stay on the ground,
or at least while my mum is around.

I wake on a sunny day,
my mum shouts from below,
“Go outside and have some fun!”
I yell,”Never NOOO!!”
I know it’s silly to hate outdoors,
but I disagree with camps and smores.
It’s a total NO NO to biking,
And you know I just don’t go hiking.
Why can’t I stay I stay inside?
Being out there hurts my pride.
My iPad is my life,
with it I have NO strife.
Playgrounds are too… yuck!
All filthy and covered in mud.
Do you expect me to go on a walk?
That’s just rubbish talk!
I am not going out that door,
even if it’s against the law!!