POEM: My Mum Don’t Come To My School No More

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My mum don’t come
to my school no more,
saw the Head Teacher
hit him to the floor
said a lot of words
straight out the loo
punched and kicked him
black and blue

My mum don’t come
to my school no more,
she hit him with a right hook
to the ground
all the other parents
gathered around
they all enjoyed
a great good fight
but even they thought
“This ain’t right.”

My mum don’t come
to my school no more
she’s barred from the playground
not allowed through the doors
or all the teachers
will call the law
I wish she behaved herself
done what is good
instead of being
the talk of the neighbourhood.

POEM: Monkey Brains

 

My brother is a
little bit strange
For he’s got
monkey brains
He swings from the rafters
hangs from the stairs
He leaves his baked beans
ignores his lasagne
He just wants
squidgey bananas
Mother is cross
she is full of despair
As brother sits eating
nits from her hair
What can be done?
What must we do?
Perhaps we should send him
to London zoo. 

POEM: Words Of Wisdom

 

Grown ups say daft things.
I just don’t get them.
They want me to do as I’m told
and learn
but how can I
when they say such rubbish.

Just the other day
Nan said: If you don’t go to sleep
right now
you’ll be sleeping in
the other room.
Do you understand?

So I had to tell her: Yes I understand.
If you were speaking
another language
I wouldn’t
but you’re speaking english.

Then another time
after we had a BIG dinner
at a small price
Nan said: You certainly get
what you pay for
in that place.

So I had to point out: Well
you always get
what you pay for,
don’t you?
As for my mum,
she’s no better,
why to my little brother
who was tipping water
ON the dinner table
she said : That
was a BIG mistake!

So I had to tell her:
No it wasn’t.
That was
on purpose.

POEM: Word Doodle

Words flutter
dance and jump
leaving magic trails
or distorted traces
but I don’t write
I just doodle with words
an idea unfinished
a thought half-remembered
half-finished
a torrent of vocabulary
tumbling and crashing
fighting to be noticed
but I don’t write
I just doodle with words
a tale incomplete
distracted characters
in incomplete worlds
aimlessly wandering
a canvas waiting
the final brush
perhaps painting-by-numbers
is my thing?
I don’t write
I just doodle
words

POEM: CHOCOLATE

 

Little Brother entered house
said he found
some chocolate
delicious chocolate
covered from head to foot
in sticky brown
beautiful chocolate
heavenly chocolate
licked his fingers
one to ten
melted chocolate
that sweet chocolate
a dreadful smell around
just like a dog pen
nothing like chocolate
it wasn’t chocolate!

POEM: SNACK TIME RAP

Bogey, bogey
Nice and green
Why about you
Is mum so mean?

Up my nose
I mustn’t linger
Scrabbling around
With my finger

Bogey, bogey
Nice and green
Why about you
Is mum so mean?

Your nutritional value
Is in doubt
As out my nostril
I pop you out

Bogey, bogey
Nice and green
Why about you
Is mum so mean?

Part of you wobbles
Just like jelly
That’s the part
I stick on the telly

Bogey, bogey
Nice and green
Why about you
Is mum so mean?

Over my tongue
You slither
Your sliminess
Makes you slicker

Bogey, bogey
Nice and green
Why about you
Is mum so mean?

A tasty snack
Just up your nose
All can enjoy
One of those

Bogey, bogey
Nice and green
Why about you
Is mum so mean?