the caretaker lost his broom did a cartwheel across the classroom the day the school was shut
the school PA charged the computer went on Dateline looking for a suitor the day the school was shut
the teachers began to sing skipping around in a great ring the day the school was shut
the cook threw the potato smash juggled the plates watched them crash the day the school was shut
the parents all began to scream ran out the doors looking for ice-cream the day the school was shut
the school nurse poured out lotion skidded across the floor causing a commotion the day the school was shut
the Head Teacher stroked his wig hopped on a table and did a jig the day the school was shut
This poem came about as I was inspired to do a poem about school’s shutting due to the Covid-19 lockdown. Then it snowed and I remembered the glorious snow days as a kid and the school getting shut and being able to play with friends in the snow.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my brother sent to me
12 diced dog tails
11 pickled pigs ears
10 lice a-leaking
9 earwigs kissing
8 frogs a-farting
7 snakes a-slithering
6 cats a-clawing
5 toilet rings
4 dead pigeons
3 British slugs
2 squashed worms
And a snail in a used nappy.
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.
I have a secret
that needs to be shared
so every other small child
from this evil may be spared.
After eating brussels and beans
and other dreadful stuff like cabbage,
which is just obscene,
parents bellys rumble
and gurgle like a stew
as dangerous fumes tumble.
It’s time to run! Time to hide!
Terrible smells shoots
from bum to outside!
My dog Ned Has got no head He has to talk Using his bum instead Brrrrp -Parrrp!
This short poem was came from a chat after listening to my daughter read. It was a Ruth Miskin text (notice, I don’t say story) called My Dog Ned. It was a joy to hear my daughter read but the book was something else (my opinions on such things have been said previously in a poem, Sownd et owt). Anyway, I started to rhyme aloud a very silly poem about a dog called Ned for them.