Poems

We’re on a plane,
We’re on a train,
We’re eating food,
We’re having a snooze,
We’re on the rails,
Upon the trails,
We are so high,
Up in the sky, but all that travelling,
Has made me ravenous!

I scream
you scream
whenever we eat ice cream
I ate too much I got a brain freeze
it’s like I ate some frozen peas
chocolate strawberry vanilla too
if you eat too much you might need the LOO
it’s so yummy
it fills up my tummy
be nice and I will give
and by the way what so you eat it with

Every time I eat it
my mum says I need to sit
as I open the cupboard doors
when I stand on the wooden floors
I found the sprinkles
it felt like I had wrinkles
and by the way what’s your favorite ice cream flavour?

I don’t have many pets
Just a cat or two
I really would really like some more
For I have got a few
I have only 3 dinosaurs in the attic
And only just 7 dogs
I may be having 4 or 5 monkeys
Living in the logs
I have just 15 sheep
And only ONE lamb
And a lion, which tends to eat me
Unless I give it ham
I only have 2 parrots
Who LOVE to screech and talk
I only have 5 zebras
Which love to take a walk
I only have ONE elephant
And it is as white as snow
But when I ask my parents for a few more pets
They always say NO

The five-nines bellowing at the mob of soldiers
trudging away from the horrors of shells.

Ruby red blood bubbles beaming in the blazing heat.
Nationless corpses littering the blood-shed battlefield.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a German soldier popped out of his trench.
BANG!
He was gone. Headshot, but the celebrations in my head caused something, something else, something horrible.
My best friend had been shot, his last words were, “Fight for King and Country”.

The horrors weren’t over. The ground started rumbling. The whole legion came storming towards the gas masks.

Gas!
Gas!
Someone shouted.

One left. One not enough.
Shall I live or shall I die, that’s the question. “I’m sorry,” I said.
I quickly put on the gas mask, his gas corrupted lungs, his froth filled mouth will haunt me till I die.
Because I killed a man.

Sometimes I am Tommy Stout
Just pulling the cat out
And sometimes I am Aunt Polly
Putting the kettle on the stout
Sometimes I am Jack
Rolling down the hill
And sometimes I
Pretend to be little Jill
Sometimes I am Johnny
Saying yes or no
Sometimes I am one of the three kittens
And to the park I go
Sometimes I am twinkling in the sky
Being the little star
Leaving the people wondering
What we really are
Sometime I am one of the monkeys
Which are jumping on the bed
Sometimes I am Humpty
Falling off the wall, and bumping my head
Sometimes I am Santa Claus
Jingling my bell
Sometimes I am Miss Polly
Playing with my doll
Sometimes I am in the garden
With my little bouncing ball
Sometimes I am Johnny Thin
Putting the pussy, in the well
Sometimes I am Mary
With a lamb, following around
Sometimes I am teddy
Just touching the ground
Sometimes I am someone
Selling a hot cross bun
Sometimes I am one of three pigs
Just having some fun
Sometimes I am Johnny’s sister
Politely asking the rain to go away
Sometimes I am the rocking horse
Crying Neigh! Neigh!
Sometime I am Miss Muffet
Eating my porridge with my tea
But the very funny and strange thing is
I am never me!!!