Lizard’s lung
Poems
Christmas
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December 20, 2017
by
aged
C is for Christmas the most wonderful time of all
H is for her baby boy who’s birthday is on Christmas
R is for reindeer flying through the sky
I is for ice poles dropping down a tree,
S is for Santa’s list, who’s been good or bad,
T is for tree, a sparkly shiny tree what you put in you house,
M is for Mary, a baby is born
Antlers on a reindeer
S is it course Santa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Joy of Christmas
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December 19, 2017
by
aged
The joy of Christmas is loads of things,
but I’m only here to say a couple.
Stockings full of candy canes,
toys ,loads of things!
If you go down the stairs,
even more presents under there!
Merry Christmas, Mum and Dad will say,
very early in the morning to see what you’ve got!
After playing in the snow,
into the warm house you go.
Snow is all over you from head to toe.
Covered in it like a snowman!
Cuddle up by the fireplace with a hot chocolate.
Now that is what I call a good Christmas!!!
Underwater
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December 19, 2017
by
aged
My vision is tinted blue
Takes force to move around
Paddling with all my might
I fear that I might drown
Remembering the moments
When I was above
I used to stare at the ocean bed
Wondering
What was below?
Underwater, where life is more
And now I am here
Marvelling
It seems so clear
Golden fishes
Glint in the small light
Which comes from the surface
Pink and blue
Jellyfishes
I watch from a distance
Their delicate tentacles
Moving simultaneously
And a dolphin comes up
To the surface
For some air
And it hops around
With beautiful splashes
A school of fishes
Millions and millions
Go past me
Coral reefs surround me
Brightly coloured plants
Sway with the waves
And oysters
With shining pearls
And I have no doubt
The population up in my realm
Is scarce
Compared to here
A Christmas Cracker
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December 18, 2017
by
aged
A Christmas cracker is a magical cracker
BANG went the cracker as they pulled it
CRACK went the cracker as they pulled it
They looked inside and they couldn’t believe there eyes.
There was no hat,
there was no big cat,
there was just jokes,
and a toy squishy that loves pokes
And here was all the jokes:
What do snowmen wear on there heads? *
Which reindeer is the most rude? **
The kids were upset
and their jumpers were very wet,
they didn’t want the crackers to be kept!
A Christmas cracker is a magical cracker
BANG went the cracker as they pulled it
CRACK went the cracker as they pulled it
Have a magical Christmas
* Ice caps
** Rudolph
Christmas Day
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December 18, 2017
by
aged
Christmas Day…
Cost of Greed
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December 17, 2017
by
aged
A slave and beggar I may be,
But don’t judge me on what you see.
I have betrayed the country, family and friends,
Hiding in holes, drains and bends.
The king and his armies are hot on my trail,
The navy has already set sail.
So listen up ye people, I don’t have time,
Because of my grave greedy crime.
I was a poor old slave back then
Working from 6 am to 10 pm.
Alas, greedily I found that treasure,
Which could produce gold beyond measure.
I was serving dinner that night,
When I spotted the gem to my right,
The gem gleamed under the light,
For a slave like me it was a tempting sight.
I grabbed the gem and tried to run away,
But the king drew his sword and the guards called, “Hey!
The pursued me till we reached huge boulders,
Where they stopped and called for more soldiers.
As now I stumble around the bush, my feet very sore,
I realize at that moment that gold can do no more.
I should have not done this misdeed,
I should have listened to my mind
Which told me to stop straight away
And be happy with what I find.
The Moral of the poem
“Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.”
Meaning of the Moral
If the slave had listened to his mind and been witty,
further consequences wouldn’t have happened
Wish List
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December 16, 2017
by
aged
I woke up from late afternoon slumber
Caught you, hands curled in action
Back arched against the Christmas tree
Eyes gleaming towards the waning December sun
You clutched a Yankee candle that sat still
The leftover wax arresting it
To the prison of the windowsill
From the last time we had a candlelit dinner
I smiled faintly as I heard you
Pray out loud, to St. Nicholas
It was the first and maybe the last time
I’d see you like a child
Eyes locked intensely in slits
You looked concerned
I listened to your mantra
You asked for a long and deep glass jar
You wanted it brimming with honey
To smoothen the rough edges
Of the bumpy road
That lay ahead of us
As you walked upstairs to your room
To lay down, still and silent than ever
I went to bed thinking about honey
And woke up
A queer taste of salted caramel in my mouth.
Beautiful Child
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December 16, 2017
by
aged
Oh beautiful child
beautiful child
you look so good to me
Oh beautiful child
beautiful child