Poems

There are two dog called Freddie and Treacle
Treacle barks and Freddie doesn’t
Treacle steals Freddie food
but Freddie doesn’t
They chase squirrels
and they like going for walks
They are beautiful

First I’ll get into my space suit .
Next I’ll bravely wave goodbye.
Then I’ll get into my space craft.
Built to sail right through the sky.

Then I’ll talk to ground control,
Check all the systems
And we’ll be ready to go.

Then let the countdown roll.
The countdown is 5-4-3-2-1
Blast off!
We’ll spin around the planets
Up, up, up into outer space.

I love you mom.
How can I tell you
That I can never be as strong
As you are?
I love you mom

Magic, how I love magic
Goblins and imps and gnomes
With terrorising monsters
In your homes

And dragons and wizards
And fairies and more
And pixies and sprites
Knocking at your door

Elves and witches
And magic things
Like a cow with rainbows
And horses with wings

Magic, oh magic
Do you…
Really exist?

My sister really is smart
The smartest person I know
No one could possibly be more intelligent
Not a friend or foe

She can raise the undead
Not many people I know can do it
And what about exercising?
She doesn’t need to, she has a machine to keep her fit

She has top grades in everything
She learnt how make a robot when she was two
She could talk and read when she was born
We have no similarities, not even a few

Except that we both hate milk
And we watch the same cartoon show
And that we love hats and ties
And don’t forget bows

We also love the same kind of food
And we love the same song
And we both have hairs
Which are super long

And we love the same stories
And we both love the same websites on net
And that we’d love a parrot
As a sweet little pet

Okay… we do have a lot in common
And it really helps in tests
That your sister’s the smartest girl in class
So… I have no regrets

If I had my own world
And people did what I please
They’d probably be playing on I-phone
And eating loads of cheese

They’d be glued to Laptops
They’d not want to play
And watching and eating
Would just make their day

They’d be eating Sushie
And chicken and fish
And there’d be shooting stars
From which you could wish

They’d not go to classes
Or any school
They’d probably be at home
Swimming in the pool

Milk would be banned
And we’d party 24 hours a day
We’d be awake all day and night
And do nothing but play

We’d have sleepovers
And of course pillow fights
Nothing would ever stop us
From partying day and night

Yeah, I know that the world would be crazy
If I had control
But think how would the world be
If we switched positions!

The kittens are taking over
Oh it’s a great day
No one will ever study dogs
Starting from today

There won’t be any dumb teachers
There’ll be kittens instead
There’ll be no water
Only milk and maybe bread

No one will eat vegetables
Only wheat and fish
Now no one will do what they please
And do what the kittens wish

Now no one will have dogs as pets
Only kittens and cats
Your only hobby will be to hunt mice
And only wear fur, no clothes and no hats

Aaah, I said as I woke up
It’s just that I’m having nightmares
From those stupid kittens
Who keep wrecking the house and stairs

Do you know why my hands are well…
Covered in ink?
Well I was doing my homework
With a pen that was pink

I totally wasn’t drawing
Definitely not on walls
I totally didn’t draw those butterflies
Or tigers or footballs

I never destroyed your dress
By painting on it
I never ate drew on your sandwich
And I didn’t destroy the sweaters that you knit

Okay… You caught me
But do you know what I wish?
Well I wish that I was
Better at lying!

The volcano erupted
And the ground shook
A tornado came
Taking all my toys and books

There is a forest fire
And there’s a big flood
The town is destroyed
The folks are covered in mud

The buildings are shaking
Including my house and school
The water’s being emptied
From oceans and pools

The plants are all withering
Several people are in the hospital bed
Some have gained magical powers
While some have lost their heads

A tsunami is hitting a village
And crops are withering in vain
I’m really, really sorry…
I’ll never hiccup again