One Last Chocolate

There was one last chocolate in the box

Was it Macaron?

Brazilian Coffee?

Summer Fruit Nougat?

Crunchy Hazelnut?

Soft Fudge?

Sour Lime?

Sticky Toffee?


Was it Marzipan?

New York Cheesecake?

Swirled Caramel?

Fresh Cherry Cream?

The Plain Dark Square?

The Belgian Milk?

Mint Truffle?

Or Marshmallow Dream?


I hoped it was my favourite

Just lying there so lonely

I grabbed it first, but was sad to find

One empty wrapper, only :-(

It’s Okay to Fail

It’s okay to fail

To fall flat and flop

It’s okay to start

Then stumble and...stop


If you’re finding tasks tricky

That’s perfectly fine

We can’t all speed fast past the finishing line

Don’t stress in lessons, exams and tests

So long as you’re trying your absolute best

There's no need to panic

The Earth will keep turning

If you tell yourself that you’re NOT failing...

But learning

Insect Day

Today is our school's INSECT DAY, so...


Bria brought in a BRAINY BUTTERFLY

Chris brought in a CREAKY CRICKET

Gracie brought in a GRUMPY GRASSHOPPER

Mahir brought in a MAGNIFICENT MAYFLY


Bellina brought in a BELLIGERENT BEETLE

Connor brought in a COOL COCKROACH

Eva brought in an EAGER EARWIG

Alvin brought in an ACROBATIC ANT


Daisy brought in a DANGEROUS DRAGONFLY

Wally brought in a WACKY WASP

Bahiya brought in a BARMY BEE

Miguel brought in a MUSICAL MOTH


Our confused teacher enquired loudly

“Children! Why are you all here?

“Today is our school's INSET DAY!”

Corners

In a corner of my room a spider spins its web

In my local corner shop I buy fresh milk and bread

The sun shines brightly from a corner of the sky

A teardrop falls from the corner of my eye

There’s a corner of my shoe I can’t fit my toe in 

There a corner of my garden which the roses grow in

There are corners on triangles and rectangles too

And a corner of my heart that’s set aside for you

Splinter!

There’s a splinter in my finger

That I’m poking with a pin

Though I gouge it, jab and stab it

Still it sticks under my skin


It perturbs me, it disturbs me

Causing me to be obsessed

I can’t budge it, lift or shift it

From the place in which it rests


I’ve immersed it in hot water

Squashing, squeezing does no good

Suction’s failing to remove it

Evil, nasty piece of wood


There’s a splinter in my finger

Hear me holler, scream and shout

So annoying, soul destroying

Won’t you help me get it OUT?!

Play

I can't play the lute

Trumpet, fiddle, flute

I can't play the guitar

Trombone, tuba, sitar

I can't play the xylophone

Zither, cymbal, saxophone


I can't play the drum

French horn, (even hum!)

I can't play the oboe

Bagpipes, bongo, banjo

I can't play the violin

Ukulele, mandolin


But one thing that I CAN play

When in my class at school

I stick bananas in my ears

And I can play the fool!

We are the Words

We can lift you up

We can knock you down

We can raise a smile

Or create a frown

We can change a cry

To a laugh out loud

We can be plain daft

We can be profound

We can be obscure

We can be well-known

Used to form a phrase

Or left all alone

We can question

“How? What? Where? When? Why? Who?”

Write exciting stories

Perfect poetry too

We have sy-lla-bles

We have l-e-t-t-e-r-s and

We can help you learn

Also understand

We can be sung, spoken, read or heard

Find us in your dictionary

We are the words

Career Choice

I boiled the bread

Cooked mouldy beans

My apple crumble was obscene

I broke the oven

Soaked the floor

Hot curry sauce splattered the door

I smashed four plates

Trod on the cheese

Blocked up the sink with mushy peas


My shepherd's pie - you couldn't eat

I made spag bol - forgot the meat

I dropped six eggs

Sat on your cake

My baked potatoes wouldn't bake

My Sunday roast was burnt to death


That's why I became a poet

And not a chef



Unbottled Lightning

Unleash your lightning

Let it crackle and fry

Dazzle, frazzle and flash

And ignite the whole sky

While it’s firing, inspiring

And unlocking potential

As it forms, flows and grows

On a path exponential


Unleash your lightning

Let it rage, roar and soar

See it take you to places

You’ve not been to before

With a speed supersonic

Feel it fly at full throttle

All your dreams, skills and talents

Don’t let them stay bottled

Animal Outfits

I've never seen...

A giraffe wrapped in a scarf

Llamas dressed in pyjamas

A coot clothed in a suit

Kittens kitted out in mittens

An owl draped in a cowl

Kippers sporting slippers

A meerkat wearing a hat

Doves donning gloves

A goat garbed in a coat

Dogs modelling clogs

Or an octopus with a T-shirt on it

So how come...

There's a bee in my bonnet?

Brontosaurus in My Bed

He dives underneath the duvet

Swiftly slides between the sheets

With a mighty monster body

Loping legs and massive feet

I thought dinosaurs had vanished

Yet it's clear they're far from dead

Cos there's a Brontosaurus in my bed


Gnashing teeth as sharp as needles

Beady eyes that stare and glare

I can nudge him but can't budge him

He's not going anywhere

When I'm dressed in my pyjamas

It's the time that I most dread

Cos there's a Brontosaurus in my bed


I hear snorting, snoring, roaring

Feel his swiping, swishy tail

I ask him to move politely

In reply he grunts and growls

Though I love my comfy mattress

I sleep on the floor instead

Cos there's a Brontosaurus in my bed!

Vacuum

It's my stomach yelling “Hungry!”

And my morning brain each Monday


It's a pause after the lightning

Heartbeats stopping when it's frightening


It's an endless void of space and

Desolation of a wasteland


It's a long queue...waiting...waiting

A blank canvas prior to painting


It's a feeling that you're leaving

Having nothing to believe in


It's a deep hole in a dark room

It's an airless, empty vacuum

Underground

I love the endless snaking tunnels

The noisy rattling trains

Riding down the escalators

Then riding up again


The odd assortment of passengers

Ads, posters and tube map

The huge range of strange station names

Announcements like “Mind the gap!”


The robotic ticket barriers

The queues, the crowds, the crush

So can we please take the Underground

Instead of the car or the bus?

Fastly

You could rapidly run an Olympic race

Disappear quickly without a trace

Promptly pack your bags for holiday

Speedily gobble up a takeaway


Be swiftly blown over in a strong gale

Even slide slowly like a slug or a snail

But you could never fly fastly like a plane or a bird

Because fastly definitely isn't a word!

Practice Makes Perfect

Practaced m ake$ ! pperfects

It's true what they say

Practace m ake$ ! pperfects

Keep plugging away

Practace m ake$ pperfects

No star is too high

Practace m akes pperfects

Try, try, try, try, try


Practace m akes pperfects

Don't give in, don't stop

Practice m akes pperfects

Rise up to the top

Practice m akes perfects

Always a great plan

Practice m akes perfect

You'll find that you can as...

Practice makes perfect


Phone Finger

You're my phone finger

Working on your own

Dialling every number on my mobile phone


Writing all my emails

Sending all my texts

You help me to communicate

You help me to connect


You're my phone finger

Right next to my thumb

You're my special digit, you're my number one


Taking perfect photos

Opening my apps

Your movement is so magical

“Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap”


You're my phone finger

Sitting on my hand

Waiting and responding to my brain's command


Flitting round my keyboard

Supersonic speed!

Prepared to call emergency

If ever I'm in need


You're my phone finger

Working on your own

Dialling every number on my mobile phone


Escape

When I'm angry I'm a rocket launching

When I'm sad I'm a grim grey cloud

When I'm funny I'm the King's court jester

I'm Mount Everest when I'm feeling proud


When I'm creative I'm a rainbow explosion

When I'm strong I'm The Man of Stone

When I'm tired I'm a Monday morning

I'm the number '1' when I'm all alone


When I'm jealous I'm the greenest emerald

When I'm happy I'm a song to sing

'Cos when I escape into my imagination

I can be absolutely anything