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I'LL PAY YOU FOR YOUR PIMPLES
I'll pay you for your pimples,
Just give them all to me.
Those ripe and plump and juicy ones,
I'll squeeze them all with glee!
I will befriend your pimples,
I don't think they're a disgrace,
And soon a pimple garden,
Will be blooming on my face.
I'll gladly welcome grime and dirt,
In every open pore,
Cause pimples only flourish,
When nourished with manure.
I'll pop them so that they explode,
I'll squeeze them all with glee,
I'll pay you for your pimples,
Just give them all to me!
Nicole - 16
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Digger
I spy a digger,
Digging up my drive.
I like the digger
But I used to like my drive.
Philippa Roberts
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MY TONGUE
My tongue is like a big squashed fruit,
A raspberry, I think.
It’s long and soft and drippy,
And a perfect shade of pink.
But when I look into my mouth
And watch it turn about,
The muscles ripple as it moves,
And quiver at my throat.
I think this tongue’s a stronger thing
Than raspberries you crush,
It chews my food; manipulates,
To make a kind of mush.
It’s strong and supple; sticking out
At teachers I can’t stand.
It curls about and wiggles,
Then hides behind my hand.
It plays with sounds, to make a song
That boasts what it can do,
And then it laughs inside my mouth
And says its song is poo.
It may look like a raspberry
All squashed and pink and flat,
‘But I can tell you,’ says my tongue,
‘I’m much much more than that!’
Philippa Roberts
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CATCH IT
Catch it, catch it.
Mummy, catch it
When I throw the ball.
Missed it, missed it.
Mummy missed it.
See the china fall
Philippa Roberts
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HE IS A MIGHTY MAGICIAN
He is a mighty magician,
He rules the wind and sea
Yes, he’s a great magician,
The best you’ll ever see.
He strides across the mountains,
He rides the stormy sea.
He makes the waves obey him
And sets the prisoners free.
We follow footsteps in the sand,
To find where he could be,
And in the end we catch a glimpse
Of light across the sea.
He swirls his cloak and spins about
Upon the jagged scree,
The glitter of his magic jewels
Is wild and bold and free:
His magic is the finest thing
That you will ever see.
His wand is blazing like the sun
As he smiles at you and me.
He is a mighty magician,
He rules the wind and sea.
Yes, he’s a great magician
But he’ll be home for tea.
Philippa Roberts
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NOSES AND FEET
Some peoples noses and feet,
I find are built in reverse;
Their feet smell, their noses run,
Now what in the world could be worse ?
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Nicole - 16
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Greedy-Guts
My dog, Butchie-Furball
Has only one eye.
He ran into a fence
When he heard Grandma cry
“Here Kitty, Kitty,
Here is your tea.”
He didn’t want to miss out
And now he can’t see.
Leah Aplin
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Rosie
Rosie, Rosie,
She’s my pup.
When I call her to me
She jumps up.
Then she licks my face
And Mum will say
“Rosie, Rosie,
Go away!”
(But I let her lick my face anyway!)
Leah Aplin
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Teagan had kittens
Five in a box.
One's white undernealth
and black on top.
It has a black tail
with a little white spot.
I said "that's mine"
and Mum said "It's not".
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Toby & Jack were riding a cat
with diamonds and pearls on it's tail
They flew into a cloud
and out fell a crowd
of fish wearing tu-tus and veils!
Leah Aplin
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