Poems

Whenever I feel sad
Dominos makes my day
Such tasty pizzas
Being served in a tray
There is cheese pizza with no toppings
Or a chicken sliced pizza, as tasty as can be
I absolutely LOVE pizza
As you can probably see
Then after a pizza, I love a snack
Like a garlic bread or two
YUM YUM YUMMY!!!
It’s too good to be true
And I LOVE the idea of mixing chocolate and pizza
And I never mind a few
And I am sure
You wouldn’t mind one or two
Would you???

Once there was a snail
Who delivered some mail,
He had loads of books
About professional cooks.

His name was Jack
He left a trail of black,
Had his head shaped like a bow
He was very, very slow

With his fancy clothes
And a tummy full of bread loaves,
Hated cress
Never wore a dress!

The night is…

A black blanket covering the world
A wall keeping the light out
A battle between light and dark
A place where nocturnal creatures come to life
A time for young animals to play
Time for predators to devour their prey
A time when leaves fall and kiss the ground
A time when a sparkling moon rules over fireworks and bonfires

A time when I am tucked up in my cosy red bed
safe from the night

Kenny the cat is a big rat.
Kenny the cat likes eating pigs.
Kenny the cat peels oranges.
Now he has a friend called Joseph the dog.
He likes eating houses,trees and… a COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But now…
Kenny the cat likes eating that too!
They’re going to eat EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cheer and joy spreed through villages, towns and cities
Happy people gather and sing carols
Reindeer in the north pole get ready to guide Santa’s sleigh
In churches they light the four candles, one every Sunday
Stockings are hung by the fire ready for Santa to fill them
Trees are decorated
Merry people write out Christmas cards and send them to family and friends
Angels sit on the tops of the Christmas trees
Santa flies round the world giving out presents

Christmas can be fun,
Brush outside of your front door,
Have a lovely day

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

I heard the grunt of a reindeer,
For St Nicolas was here.

I saw St Nick flying high,
Gorging on a mince pie.

He was wearing a jacket of silk,
While letting his reindeer drink milk.

His face was as red as a cherry,
His body as big as a ferry.

St Nick left toys,
For the youngest of boys.

There was a twinkle in his eye,
As he flew into the sky.

He fed his reindeer,
And as quick as a flash he wasn’t here.

He faintly said,
Merry Christmas, now get back to bed!

I looked at the fire
Then out the window, I caught a glimpse of him hovering over the spire.

Cuddles are short festivals of love
Maybe you could even give one to a dove
Love is having a cuddle when you feel sad or when you feel bad.
After a cuddle I feel much better
And if you get a kiss, it makes you feel a bit wetter!

When I ask for a hug I want to feel happy and loved.
When other people cry I always ask if I
Can give them a hug.
I put my arms around them but do not squeeze them too tight.

When it is time for sleep at night
We cuddle up tight and I do my dreaming
In the morning before school
Happy squeezy cuddles on the floor are cool
But not if you have just finished your cereal.

Just like the 5 portions of vegetables and fruit,
Everybody should have 10 portions of cuddles a day
To make them feel happy and loved, not a brute!
Sometimes you might have doubles portions and have 20 and hey,
In 2 days you would have 40
But you would have to be sporty to have a 100 a day.

Imagine if everyone could pay for things by giving cuddles.
The number of cuddles would match the price
Soft cuddles would be nice and
Little cuddles for mice.

It made me sad when Kip told me not to give him cuddles anymore.
He cuddled me yesterday when I told him it was my last day.
Before I went away, Miss Simms told the class to stop
So I could say goodbye.
I made sure I went to everybody and gave them a hug.
Cuddles are short festivals of love.

My stickman cuddle picture:

Tick tock I look at the clock
Oh no it’s time to go to school
Tick tock I look at the clock
Yes it’s time to go out for break
Tick tock I look at the clock
Super it’s lunch in ten minutes
Tick tock I look at the clock
Brill it’s the art lesson
Tick tock I look at the clock
At last it’s home time!

Now what should I say to Mrs Stone:
sorry Mrs Stone, I left my pen at home
or
my dog Mutly got very hungry
or
it ss all of the fault of my monkey
or
should I be brave and say it was me?
Naaa…
I’ll say it was my monkey
%~#$£&*!
No wrong choice.