Poems

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!!!

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: