Poems

I will put in the velvet bag,
The swish of a dragon’s tail on a dark night,
Water fresh from a waterfall
The tip of a ruler touching paper

I will put in the velvet bag,
A Jakub with a rumbling belly
A smelly sneaker worn by John
An elephant riding unicorn

I will put in the velvet bag,
Spotty balloons filled to the brim with wishes spoken in French
The last breath of an ancient granddad
The first letter of a baby

I will put in the velvet bag
A fifth eye of an alien
A dog with a cotton ball
A cat with a bone

My bag is fashioned of leather and velvet
With gems on the sides and secrets in the corners
The hinges are toe joints of a derpasuarus

I shall surf in my velvet bag

On great tsunamis
Of japan
Then wash ashore upon a beautiful golden beach

I will put in the locker

The smell of a sweaty sneaker on a damp evening
Water from the nozzle of a deodorant bottle
A tip of a towel hung on the back of the door.

I will put in the locker

A tree with a weeping trunk
A ray of golden sun (from a summer’s day)
A twinkling star from a galaxy far away.

I will put in the locker

Three wishes spoken in three different languages
The last moan at Mr Brenton’s joke
And the first time I saw your face

I will put in the locker

Second season and a blue moon
An alien on a white horse
And a prince in a space ship
My locker is fashioned from platinum ice and silver
With whispers in the corners and locks on the door
Its handle is the arm of a crocodile.

I shall bath in my locker
Wallowing in the ocean’s bubbles of forever
And dry myself on a scorching hot beach
That is as hot as the embers

I will put in my pocket

The swish of a snowy storm on a winter’s night,
Ice laying on the Atlantic,
The tip of a tongue touching a snowflake.

I will put in my pocket

A reindeer with a glowing nose,
The sip of hot chocolate on a cold Christmas Eve,
A thrown snowball from a tough boy.

I will put in my pocket

Three peaceful wishes spoken by Santa,
The last joke from a Christmas cracker,
And the first Christmas for a new born baby.

I will put in my pocket

The last season and a bundle of presents,
Santa in a race car,
And a racer in a sleigh.

My pocket is fashioned from ice, bark and snow,
With a shining star and Christmas trees in the corner,
Santa sitting down with elves guarding him.

I shall dive in my presents ,
In the great grotto of the wild North Pole,
Then wash ashore the last presents of Xmas,
The colour of Festive times!

I will put in the capsule
The shimmer of a star on a winter’s night,
The tip of a leaf touching a branch,

I will put in the capsule
A fir tree with a full stomach,
A sip of the saltiest ocean,
A leaping fuse of a power cut,

I will put in the capsule
Three grey pearl wishes of a dove,
The last laugh of a grandad,
The first giggle of a new-born.

I will put in the capsule
A ripe summer’s morning and a golden sun,
A witch on a horse,
A cowboy on a sea creature.

My capsule is fashioned from lava, gemstones and emeralds,
With moons on the lid and darkness in the corners,
Its hinges are the arm joints of a knight.

I shall paint in my capsule
The elegant-high-golden-carriage of the queen,
Then arriving at the palace,
The detail more intricate than a puzzle.

I will put in my tray
The crack of the coins crunching and clashing together,
The spotty lion slowly playing the piano,
The house galloped as fast as his legs could carry him into the fields

I will put in my tray
An ugly green gremlin staring at humans,
A great big hippo jogging around the zoo,
A big yellow pencil jumping in the air,

I will put in my tray
A trolley writing a lovely piece of work,
A poster bursting into laughter the curtains joked,
A snowman laughing like there is no tomorrow,

I will put in my tray
A beautiful stunning sun shining above the house,
A car flying thought the track,
And an elephant stomping like a building is being destroyed,

My tray is fashioned by dancing
A big monkey heaving a rock
A football hoped in excitement
A pencil case bounced up and down

I will put in my black boot

A swish of a sparkling 5p coin on Christmas Eve
Water dripping from Santa’s fat belly
The bottom of Santa’s bottom
Blocking bricks at the top of the chimney
I will but in my black boot
A snowman rapping on his belly,
“Santa Clause is Coming to Town.”

A kiss from reindeers
A leaping leg from rude reindeers
I will put in my black boot
Three spoken wishes by Santa
The last joke of Mrs Clause
And a first smile of Mr Bean

A new season and a new sun

And a witch who’s taken over Santa’s place

My boot is decorated from red velvet from Santa’s sleigh
With stars on the side and secrets to be discovered
I shall surf in my shoe

Then wash up at Santa’s grotto
The colour of the wrinkly ice

I keep in my pocket,

A static spark from a magician’s wand,
Lava from an undiscovered volcano,
The tip of my finger holding a tear drop.

I will put in my pocket,

The first cry of a mother’s child,
The first star above the sky,
And a snowball fight with my brother.

I will put in my pocket,

Three dark secrets spoken in Arabic,
The last hysterical laugh of a grandad,
The last film of a famous producer.

I will put in my pocket,

A sixth sense and a black hole,
A boat slowly about to sink,
And a young ogre on a hobby horse.

My pocket is fashioned from emerald’s
Stolen by an evil wizard many moons ago,
With stars in the sea and the moon in the corner,
The seams have been threaded by a fairy.

I shall hide in my pocket in a great hide and seek adventure
Then play in the long luscious grass for hours,
The colours of the sun are orange and yellow,
But it is hot like fire.

I will put in the Tesco’s bag

The ray of a silk summery sun on an ordinary evening,

Pocket money from the change machine, as old as a museum,
The tip of a candle touching a lighter.

I will put in the Tesco’s bag

A plate with a rumbling belly,
A sip of water from the cold coral waters,
A leaping spark from an electric eel.

I will put in the Tesco’s bag

Three secret wishes written in Spanish,
The last laugh of a dying man,
And the first noise of a new born baby.

I will put in the Tesco’s bag

A sixth season and a green sun,
A princess on a broomstick,
And a witch on a horse.

My bag is printed with a Tesco logo,
With big bold letters.
Its handles are strong plastic.

I shall swim in my bag
On the great pile of shopping,
Then wash ashore in my cosy house.

I will put in my black boot
The swish of a sparkling five pence coin on Christmas Eve
Water dripping from silly Santa’s fat belly
And Santa’s bottom touching the top of the chimney.

I will put in my black boot,
A Snowman rapping Santa Clause is Coming to Town
A kiss from Santa’s reindeer
A leaping leg from Santa’s sleigh.

I will put in my black boot,
Three spoken wishes by Santa
The last joke from Mrs Clause
And the first expiration of Santa’s baby.

I will put in my black boot
A new season and a new sun
A donkey on a flying carpet
And a witch taken over Santa’s duty.

My black boot is fashioned from red velvet and Santa’s sleigh
With star on the side and secrets in the inside
Its legs are like a dinosaurs toe nails.

I shall surf in my black boot
On the great high- rolling barkers of the wild Atlantic
Then wash up at Santa’s grotto the colour of snow.

I will put in the top hat

The smell of the freshest cinnamon,
Water from the nozzle of a deodorant can,
A tip of a towel tiredly hanging off the door.

I will put in the top hat

A screwdriver with a starving stomach
A quarter of the salt from Dead Sea,
A jumping spark from an electric eel.

I will put in the top hat

Three stupid wishes spoken in Irish
The last joke of an ancient grandad
And the first love of a baby

I will put in the top hat

A fifth season and a blue sun
A vampire on a tiger
And a snowman on a broomstick

My top hat is fashioned from fire, allium and titanium
With bows on the side and secrets around the rim
Its lace is made from the scales of the biggest crocodile

I shall skate in my top hat
In the greatest skate park ever
Then fall over on a yellow beach
The beautiful colour of the sun.