Poems

There once was a thin man called Messi
Who was so untidy and messy
He made eggs and croquettes
Then he brought home a pet
Then he threw a shower of confetti

There once was a really good friend
And wowie, she could really bend
Her brothers Cal and Rhys
Do not give us any peace
But she is my really good friend

A girl called Katie from Kent
Would hang from a big, purple tent
She didn’t like bats
But she did like cats
That’s why she wanted to come back to Kent

There was once a girl from Bolivia
Who said that her name was Olivia
She was a natural with bakes
So she made lots of cakes
So now she’s head chef in Bolivia

There once was a funny panda from Bath
He liked walking down a little path
He liked climbing trees
To catch yellow black bees
And liked going out with friends for a laugh

Suddenly, a boy named Tim
who was very slim,
so slim he could go under door cracks,
got stuck under a door
and stayed there.
Why, Tim, why?

They are scaly or bumpy,
They are happy or grumpy,
They eat plants or meat,
But have enormous feet,
They once ruled the land,
Lived on earth sea and sand,
They were huge and colossal,
But now a rare fossil.

It follows me wherever I go,
And even in the winter’s snow,
Sometimes it’s tall,
And it’s there when I call,
The shadow of me,
Can never be free,
But when the sun sets down,
It’s no longer around.

A poem is kind of a story.
Some rhyme,
Some don’t.
Some lines go on and on right to the edge of the page,
Some are short,
Some are funny,
Some may be sad
Some… some… UUUH! I can’t think of anymore.
Some make you frustrated,
Some make you annoyed
Poems are everything
Poems are poems!