I is also for Ice Cream

I IS FOR ICE-CREAM

Ice-cream is the greatest invention

In the history

Of the world.

It makes everything better.

It makes the baby better

When he has fallen and hurt himself.

It makes my brother better

When he can’t do his homework.

It makes me better

When I have been bad.

It even cheers my mother up.

I don’t know how anybody managed without it.

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H is also for my sister’s hamster.

H IS FOR MY SISTER’S HAMSTER

A hamster is a hairy thing

That lives inside a hutch.

Its fur is brown

Its eyes are bright

It doesn’t do too much.

It eats a bit

It drinks some drink.

Then goes back to its wheel.

And then it runs

And runs

And runs

And runs

And runs.

Big Deal.

C is also for Chameleon

I have decided to try to make these into two books; one an ABC of children’s poetry, and the other A Children’s ABC of poetry for Grownups, as some of the poems I have written seem to be about children from an adult’s perspective, rather than for children.

So – this next batch of posts will be filling in the gaps! Children’s poems first. If you want to see the whole collection, they can be found in categories.

C IS FOR CHAMELEON

I would so like to be

a chameleon

When my aunt

Comes to tea

I could stand

Very still

by the wall

And she

Wouldn’t

See me

At all!

An American Christmas song

These are the lyrics from a song Jools and I wrote in a bid for Taxi work.

 

I’m sitting at a window
in the diner on the corner..
the streets are cold and mushy
and the dark is falling fast

My coffee cup is empty
and the waiter’s looking restive.
The chairs are up on tables
and the lights are turned down low.

I think
they wish I’d go.

The christmas choirs are singing
Childrens voices, happy carols
The church bells are all ringing
on the radio…

They don’t know that you called me
Said you were lonely for me
wished we hadn’t been so hasty
thought we might still have a chance

So I left my little pudding and
the box sets by the TV and
I came out here to find you
because I’m nobody without you

The christmas choirs are singing
Childrens voices, happy carols
The church bells are all ringing
on the radio..

But it’s just three hours to midnight
And it’s clear that you’re not coming
So I need to put my gloves on and
forget I ever met you
and just go.

The waiter hurries forward
and I stand up from the table..
and then the door swings open
and the freezing air blows in

And you’re here.
At last. You’re here.

And the christmas choirs are singing
Childrens voices, happy carols
The church bells are all ringing
And I love you so….

Q is for Quark

A quark,

Is a quark..

Is a curious bird..

That quacks in the dark

Like a duck in a park

But can never be seen..

Or, indeed, even heard..

 

It is possibly green

With a massive red beak

And it plays hide and seek

Like a Pokemon freak

 

Or it might be quite different..

It might be quite small..

I really don’t know

Much about it at all..

 

It might be right here

Or right there

Or nowhere..

 

Is it caught in a cage?

Does it long to be free?

Does it want to meet me?

It’s a great mystery.

 

But more fun than the Queen

Who I’ve quite often seen.