POEM: Counting to 20

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‘I can count to twenty,’ said Wilf

‘Go on then,’ said Mum

‘One, two, three,
Four, five, six,
Seven, eight,
Nine, ten,
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen,
Fifteen…fifteen, sixteen,
Seventeen, eighteen,
Nineteen, twenty.
Finished!’

‘What happened to eleven?’

‘I don’t like eleven.’

When my son was little, he loved maths and was always asking questions about numbers. It reminded me of the joy you have counting up when you first learn to do it. This poem is about that joy with some humour thrown in.

POEM: What’s That Noise?

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What’s that noise outside?
Bounding from the tree
What’s that noise outside?
Making me want to flee.

What’s that noise in the garden?
Slinking through the grass
What’s that noise in the garden?
I hope it does not last.

What’s that noise by the back door?
Clawing at the window
What’s that noise by the back door?
I wish it would just go.

What’s that noise in the kitchen?
Sneaking across the floor
What’s that noise in the kitchen?
With sharp teeth and claws.

What’s that noise in the hallway?
Slithering up the stairs
What’s that noise in the hallway?
I wish it was not there.

What’s that noise on the landing?
Creeping in the night
 What’s that noise on the landing?
Giving me a fright.

What’s that noise in my bedroom?
Leaping on my bed
What’s that noise in my bedroom
It’s …..my cat Winifred!