Posts from — August 2008

John is partial to his sport

He can play most any sort,

Give him a bat and give him a ball

He’ll have a go at them all.

Johnny’s keen on football,

The best centre forward yet,

He runs ahead and scores the goals

Without his breaking sweat.

At playing cricket he excels

And bowls a steady line,

Then when he’s batting whacks the ball

For sixes every time.

Golfing’s great when John’s around

He hits it down the middle,

He always gets a hole in one

With hardly any trouble.

Swimming up and down he does

Before he goes to school,

He ploughs the lanes with a fast front crawl

In the town swimming pool.

At badminton his record is

Eighty three with Tom,

And if he keeps on practising

It will be 100 before long.

He paddles here he paddles there

When kayaking with his brothers,

Eskimo rolls and a big seal launch

Whilst splashing one another.

Basketball? – he’s not very tall

So he hasn’t played this yet,

But when he grows a foot or two

He’ll find that high up net.

At rugby he’s a fast scrum half

And scores before you know it,

He is the best but it must be said

That tennis is his favourite.

He’s ace at serving, volleys hard

His back hand is great to see,

But his forehand topspin beats the lot

If you were asking me.

When it’s raining hard outside

At snooker he’s quite able,

Then he likes to play ping pong

Upon the kitchen table.

John is partial to his sport

He can play most any sort,

Give him a bat and give him a ball

He’ll have a go at them all.

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Lilly’s such a silly billy

Likes to dance and play the fool

People think she’s a bit crazy

But not me I think she’s cool.

This is only a short poem

Because Lilly’s not so tall

But it’s only fair to mention

She’s only six, that’s why she’s small.

Her mummy tells me she is mad

I think that’s a great thing to be

If she wasn’t I’d be sad

She really means a lot to me.

Cos mad mad mad mad mad mad mad

Makes her popular at school

People think she’s a bit crazy

But not me I think she’s cool.

Is Lilly

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There are lots of different kinds of cheeses

Some with holes and some, which when you smell ‘em

blows your socks off to your kneeses

filling your head with lots of sneezes.

Not all cheese is holy,

except when eaten by a vicar

or an Archbishop of Canterbury.

Not all cheese is smelly

Unless left in the fridge too long

In which case it’ll start to pong.

Some cheese is blue, its true

The choice is yours

Its down to you.

If you prefer orange or red or green

This type of cheese is often seen

Upon the supermarket shelf

And if eaten in moderation

Is said to be quite good for your elf.

Spreadable, dunkable,  toastable cheese

Is sometimes all it takes to please

A yatchsman sailing on high seas.

But best of all is good old cheddar

A taste I learnt of from another

Who said it originates from a cow

I found it difficult to believe how,

When it clearly comes in a plastic cover

Bought in Tesco by my mother.

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Bears don’t sit on chairs,

You see their bottoms are too hairy

And they’re really very heavy

So they don’t find perching easy.

When they come in from the woods

With their paws all wet with honey -

A chair can get quite sticky

And their mothers do get fussy

Because it makes the cushions smelly.

So when they watch the telly

They’re made to sit upon the floor

On a rug

Which is difficult to break

Unlike the chair

And they’re not allowed a drink

Because a spill could cause a stink

Which again their mums don’t like – I think..

Bears don’t sit on chairs.

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