Poems

Life is beautiful
and great with flowers
I love my Mum forever

Flowers are beautiful
and smell like perfume
What a wonderful life.
It smells like love
in the garden.

Through a looking glass, I see,
Something like a feathery flea!
It jumped inside the teapot,
Actually stayed on its spot.
Fell asleep in my tea.

Through a looking glass, I hear,
The wind blowing in my ear.
The leaves are rustling,
While people are giggling.
And the sky is visibly clear.

Through a looking glass, I smell,
The ocean salt on seashells.
Apples and pears ripening,
While fragrance sweetening.
Slippery sea glass flowing from a well.

Through a looking glass, I feel,
The radiant grass as I kneel.
The rough dark wood,
Uncomfortably good.
And all the wonderful seals.

Through a looking glass, I see.
Through a looking glass, I hear.
Through a looking glass, I smell.
Through a looking glass, I feel.
Oh, what a wonderful world to be in!

What comes from the sky
From the sky to the earth?
Rain comes from the sky
From the sky to the earth
What comes from the earth
From the earth to the sky?
Plants come from the earth
From the earth to the sky

Stoic enjoys risky moves.
Travels through time and space.
Oddly, he has a secret pet.
Ice cream gives him rashes.
Collects cartoon stickers.
McNair is his interesting last name.
Cooks the world’s best spaghetti bolognaise.
Nothing scares him.
Accidentally lost the key to his teleporter.
Ideas come to him quickly.
Rides skateboards like a superstar.

I open the door
Of my home
After all, the sun
Looks like a tennis
Ball today and
I like going outside.
So, I wear my hat
And open the door
To go out.
I’ll lie on the grass.
Wait! What is that
Thing under the door?
It’s a lizard.
Is the lizard dead?
I lunge downwards to
See it. It runs out.
Ok! It is isn’t dead.
It runs into a bush.
It may come back.
So I almost close the door
So that the lizard can’t get in.
After all, my mother is
Scared of them.
So I almost close the door
And lie on the grass
To sunbathe.

In the dance,
mum was in a trance.
Dad was slap-happy,
even that was casually!

Emma was smiling
as well as crying.
Josh wasn’t there –
he’s never anywhere.

Lila was on crutches,
Bert had lots of lunches.
Grandma was dancing,
more like prancing!

Grandpa had the flu
so he wasn’t there too.
So there was only Auntie Jane,
And she went out and caught a plane.

So I was left all myself,
without even Bert there to dance by himself!
It really wasn’t such a nice dance,
only mum was in a trance.