Elbows
Elbows are hard
Sharp and pointy
Elbows are bony
Bendy and jointy
Use elbow grease when things won't budge
More power to your elbow
Nudge, nudge, nudge!
Elbows are hard
Sharp and pointy
Elbows are bony
Bendy and jointy
Use elbow grease when things won't budge
More power to your elbow
Nudge, nudge, nudge!
I could have been there but I'm not
I would have been there but forgot
Let's rearrange the date
...I'm late!
So call me tardy, call me slow
It seems I 'stop' instead of 'go'
I can't accelerate
...I'm late!
My life is littered with delays
I get held up, caught in a daze
I simply stagnate
...I'm late!
I'm sorry to do this to you
The bus and train were overdue
What phrase makes you irate?
...I'm late!
I didn't check my diary
'On time' fails to inspire me
Again you'll have to wait
...and wait..
...and wait..
..and wait..
..and wait..
...I'm late!
I saw a daddy longlegs creeping 'cross a wall
I saw a daddy longlegs gliding down the hall
I saw a daddy longlegs lurking by your bed
I saw a daddy longlegs upside-down, quite dead
I saw a daddy longlegs running round the sink
I saw a daddy longlegs drowning in my drink
I saw a daddy longlegs crawling through a crack
I saw a daddy longlegs ready to attack
I saw a daddy longlegs underneath a rock
I saw a daddy longlegs chewing someone's sock
I saw a daddy longlegs sitting on the stair
But I've never seen a mummy longlegs anywhere!
Breakfast time, rusty nails
Toilet roll, humpback whales
Potage stamp, hairy ear
Muddy swamp, can of beer
Portuguese, heavy rocks
Totem pole, chicken pox
Violin, plastic bag
A to Z, oily rag
Football boot, buzzy bees
Cheese and chalk? Chalk and cheese
(*’Chalk and cheese’ is an expression given to two people or things that have nothing in common)
I could write a poem
Standing in the shower
I could write a poem
At the witching hour
I could write a poem
On the count of three
I could write a poem
Drinking Earl Grey tea
I could write a poem
Standing on my head
I could write a poem
Once I’m stone cold dead
I could write a poem
In ten seconds flat
I could write a poem
...Just like that!
I could write a poem
Bareback a horse
I could write a poem
With a pen (of course)
I could write a poem
Running down the road
I could write a poem
Even in Morse Code
I could write a poem
Walking on the moon
I could write a poem
Very, very soon
I could write a poem
Climbing up a wall
But since you left me...
I can't write anything at all
I'm taking my pen for a walk
I'm teaching my pen how to talk
My new ink-filled friend and me
Making fine poetry
I'm taking my pen for a walk
I'm taking my pen for a run
Together we're having real fun
Producing great writing
That's thrilling, exciting
I'm taking my pen for a run
I'm taking my pen for a stroll
Here's verse 3 - ‘cos we're on a roll
There's no way of knowing
Where our story's going
I'm taking my pen for a stroll
I'm taking my pen out to play
She always has so much to say
With thoughts never boring
Once ideas start pouring
I'm taking my friend out to play
I'm taking my pen for a hike
I tell her “Create what you like”
A super sensation!
Such imagination!
I'm taking my pen for a hike
I'm taking my pen for a ride
The journey? I let her decide
Rhymes, rhythms are flowing
Sheer brilliance, mind-blowing
I'm taking my pen for a ride
I'm taking my pen for a walk
I'm teaching my pen how to talk
My new ink-filled friend and me
Making this poetry
I'm taking my pen for a walk
A bee's in my bonnet
A monkey's on my back
A bat's in my belfry
And I can smell a rat
A flea's in my ear
A frog's in my throat
I've ants in my pants
Now someone's got my goat
There are butterflies in my stomach
I feel a total wreck
Cos these idioms are albatrosses
Around my neck
*an idiom is an expression that means something different than the literal meaning of the words would suggest
I've written over 1000 poems in my lifetime
Tired and in need of a break
I'm finally taking a day off
So here's how you can create your own poem in my absence:
1. Let your senses take in the world around you
2. Tap into your feelings and experiences from deep down in your heart and soul
3. Harness your inspiration to select a poetry theme
4. Write some amazing words, lines and verses using as many letters as you want from abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
5. Try rhymezone.com if you choose to rhyme and find it difficult
6. Check out thesaurus.com when you're in need of synonyms
7. Include powerful imagery through adjectives, similes, metaphors etc
8. Complete your first draft, then a second, third, fourth – as many as it takes to make it perfect
9. Catch the reader's eye by adding a *clever title
10. Have one last check for speling misttakes and other eerrors
11. Print or handwrite your final version
12. Share it with friends and family
Congratulations - you've done!
Which is just as well
As I'll be back to work tomorrow...
The painting is a real fake
The zombie - living dead
It is an open secret
That green makes me see red
Her problems are growing smaller
This sweet is extremely sour
When we're alone together
Each minute is an hour
You're seriously funny
Me? Clearly misunderstood
But don't you think that oxymorons
Are so terribly good?
(Or, if not, let's agree to disagree)
*an oxymoron is a figure of speech that combines contradictory words with opposing meanings
Head for the hills!
Run for the door!
Chaotic action is hitting the floor
Thinks he's so super cool
A real Jack the Lad
But he's a dance disaster
He's a Disco Dad
Legs flick and kick
Arms fly and flail
Bashing and bruising both follow his trail
Boasts he's top of the pops
And the latest fad
Mister Dance Disaster
He's a Disco Dad
Lurches a lot
Spins on the spot
Miserably failing to 'do the robot'
Embarrassing parent
Worst nightmare you've had
Total dance disaster
He's a Disco Dad
Punk, grime or rock
Rap or hip hop
Now out of control and refusing to stop
Has moving or grooving
Ever been this bad?
Danger! Dance disaster!
He's a Disco Dad
Disco Dad
Disco Dad
PLEASE - turn off the music!
Here comes Disco Dad!
Build me my own planet to live on
A world to be my special home
I won’t disrespect it
Or damage or wreck it
Or worry that I am alone
Existing in private seclusion
Away from the whole human race
With no one to spoil it
I’d love and enjoy it
My paradise in outer space
Like Earth once was in the beginning
There’d be no pollution at all
Just perfect conditions
Near zero emissions
Pure water in every rainfall
The animals would roam ‘round freely
Soar skyward or swim in the seas
I’d know how to treat them
Not harm them, not eat them
Instead they could do as they pleased
Build me my own planet to live on
A heaven for me, not for you
Don’t come to explore it
Forget it, ignore it
So it can stay shiny brand new
This poem wasn’t written by me
Remi, Rose, Aneena
Millie, Mason, Maddison
Arif, Albertina
Stefan’s sister Sophia
Katie, Conor, Karis
Hugo, Hawa, Harrison
Pierre (he’s from Paris)
Nabil, Nelson, Nicolette
Esme, Ely, Eddie
Tommy, Tia, Tahir, Tim
Freya, Flora, Freddie
Ali, Anastasia
Jasmine, Jacob or John
So as the author is unknown
It must be…
By Anon
Don’t want sloppy
Don’t want sticky
Don’t want pasty
Don’t want icky
Don’t want gooey
Don’t want bumpy
Don’t want gloopy
Don’t want lumpy
I want yummy
Tasty, creamy
Smooth, soft, silky
Scrumptious, dreamy
Fluffy, mellow
I want mmmmmmm
So…
Make me perfect mashed potato!
When I first held an elastic band
It moved like magic in my hand
What an amazing piece of rubber
Losing its shape only to recover
It streeeetched
It straaaained
And streeeetched again
Morphing into so many things
A catapult
A bracelet!
A ball!
A ring!
It streeeeeeeetched
It straaaaaaaained
And streeeeeeeetched again
Flicking, pinging
Twisting, twirling
Twanging, strumming
Bending, curling
It streeeeeeeeeeeetched
It straaaaaaaaaaaained
And streeeeeeeeeeeetched again
Until I had an unfortunate mishap
It streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetched
It straaaaaaaaaaaaaaaained
Then, oh dear...
It ssssssssss napped!
Shopping bags, cardboard boxes
Dog food tins, plastic welly
Brushes, brooms, vacuum cleaner
Rusty clock, something smelly
Ironing board, washing basket
Dusty books, busted heaters
Toilet rolls, metal bucket
Pot of glue, power meters
Photo frame, bits of carpet
Litter bin, broken chairs
And ME playing hide 'n seek
In the cupboard under the stairs!
When I do my job I'm extremely efficient
There's one vital skill though at which I'm deficient
I jump, run and swim
I can win any fight
But this superhero is frightened of heights
This terror I have I'm embarrassed to mention
I look up and instantly have hypertension
Bad guys climb tall buildings
Then vanish from sight
Yes this superhero is frightened of heights
The super crooks lose me as soon as they're flying
I shake like a leaf ever stressed out and crying
Stuck to the floor frozen
Extremely uptight
Cos this superhero is frightened of heights
The villains soar skyward with their stolen money
They laugh at me grounded and think that it's funny
My might is less mighty
My future less bright
While this superhero is frightened of heights
Despite my fear I'm never down, filled with sorrow
I have my first therapy session tomorrow
So please, cross your fingers
Hope I'll be alright
And not a superhero frightened of heights
Creaky door you drive me nuts
When you open, when you shut
Your noise nestles in my head
Rolling round till I see red
Horror movie sound effect
Making me a nervous wreck
Earplugs are no help at all
Still I hear you through the wall
Oiling you - that did no good
Nor did polishing your wood
Why can’t you be silent, smooth
Every time you need to move?
Thought I’d bought a normal door
Like the others in the store
But since you came home last week
You just creeeeeeeaaaaaaak!
And creeeeeeeaaaaaaak!
And creeeeeeeaaaaaaak!
The tortoises were tumbling
The bumblebees were bumbling
The pandas were meandering
The pangolins were dangling
The pelicans were pondering
The wallabies were wandering
The mandrills were admiring
The penguins were perspiring
The manatees were muttering
The scorpions were spluttering
The cockatoos were doodling
The catfish were canoodling
The chimpanzees were chest-beating
The anteaters were ant-eating
The porcupines were prattling
The buffalos were battling
The wildebeests were wiggling
The seahorses were squiggling
And what did the human do?
He wrote this poem all about
The creatures in the zoo
Why can't I be a pirate?
I'd sail the Seven Seas
With utter joy
Shout “Land ahoy!”
Then drop the anchor where I please
Why can't I be a pirate?
Unquestionably cool
Hunt treasure chests
North, south, east, west
Select my crew from friends at school
Why can't I be a pirate?
I'd never walk the plank
Spot me on board
Spyglass and sword
Gold coins stashed safely in my bank
Why can't I be a pirate?
I'd give it a real try
My dream career
A buccaneer
“Raise skull and crossbones to the sky!”
Why can't I be a pirate
And live a life afloat?
Cos there's a hitch
A tiny glitch...
I don't possess a ship or boat
Never wear shorts in the winter
Never wear shorts in a breeze
You'll catch a chill, feel very ill
And both your knees will freeze
Never wear shorts when it's bitter
Never wear shorts when it's bleak
Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!
You'll be in bed all week
Never wear shorts in a blizzard
Never wear shorts in the snow
Two legs + ice = not nice
While cutting cold winds blow
Never wear shorts if it's zero
Never wear shorts if it's brisk
Bare limbs turn blue, you'll catch the flu
Now is that worth the risk?
But...
Always wear shorts in the summer
Always wear shorts in the heat
Then you can plan a healthy tan
From thighs down to your feet!