Poems

I wonder what my grandchildren will be like
I’m sure they’ll be great
I am sure they’ll eat their vegetables
Which are kept on their plate
My grandchildren will be obedient
They’ll study a ton
They won’t eat junk food
Like cookies or a bun
There will be two children
A girl and a boy
They would rather study
Instead of playing with a toy
They’ll not be old fashioned
And the new brand
Whatever they are like
I am sure they’ll be grand

I went down the hill
and died
Ate a chicken, fried
I went and had a pill

You kicked the football
fell on to the ground
and sadly made a loud sound
I prefer basketball

When I dance,
I like to prance,

In a pair,
With lots of flair,

My friend Erin and me,
Nobody is better than me and she,

Modern, street and hip-hop,
We are the champions of Funky Pop.

I know a boy
Who hates to dance
Even with dancing girls
He hates to take a glance
He loves to play computer games
He would love to take a hike
He loves to take rides
Why he even has his own bike
He loves to run
He loves to play
But talk about dancing
It just spoils his day
But one day
He began to dance
You just couldn’t miss
You just had to take a glance
He danced beautifully
But it seemed that he was in pain
He didn’t want to do it
That could be seen plainly
Neverthless he danced
And had quite attracted both girls and boys
Why they loved it
Adults donated money, while children their toys
After that he started dancing as a hobby
And he still loves it
Oh why did he start dancing?
Did I miss that bit??
Well you see it was insects
Insects known as ants
Keep this a secret will you?
They were stuck in his pants

A flurry of bullets flew over my head
Mates all around me in the mud fell dead
The ground had turned a sickly blood-stained red
In my mind a voice said

Give up, go home, desert
Or you’ll end up face down in the dirt
You could could run away and never be killed
Go home to your family I’m sure they will be thrilled

So I turned and ran
I was no longer a man
Leaving my friends
To the mercy of what God sends

I passed the trees, a blurr of Green
Deep down hoping my Sergeant hadn’t seen
My weak actions, unworthy of honour
Then I heard the shout of Donald McConer

For help he continously cried
But in the bushes I did see him hide
To my left two Jerries advanced
But McConer came still and layed in a trance

His fate was near certain
But then from the bushes came McCurtin
“You take the left, I’ll take the right
McConer wont die without a fight”

So I took the left and he took the right
We gave those Jerries quite the fright
McConer shouted, “Help me I’m hurtin’”
But to my left went down McCurtin

I scrambled for my gun and shot
And left the two Jerries in the ditch to rot
I grabbed McConer by the arm
And led him through the woods away from harm

He had been shot
Both arms, shoulders the lot
I picked him up and forward I charged
Then down the river I saw a barge

Out came an old man
And from the barge he ran
Friend, he said in a thick French accent
I thought of McCurtin, how to heaven he went

He helped us into his boat
And gave McConer a warm trench coat
Down the river we went
But all I could think of was my family back in Kent

We arrived in Amiens a town built on the river
McConer’s life was as delicate as a feather
I look back on the day and
my friends that still in the fields lay

The Somme was my nightmare
My turning point of warfare
So back to kent I went,
Tired, bloody and spent

It’s Christmas time
The mince pies are cooking
The children are playing
The choir sing and children mime

People handing presents and gifts
For the saviour has been born
The angels sing
Daddies and mummies giving their children lifts

Celebration
It’s Christmas time