Category — poems by children

Clippety-clop the hooves rang clear,
The Highwayman came riding,
Brave and with no fear,
Bang bang, the guards had fallen,
He cut the ropes off Bess,
And the Highwayman came riding away,
From the old inn’s distress.

I am that merry wanderer of the night.
Tis I who wakes you with the terrible screeches
Of cats and dogs. I make the tap drip,
That’s so annoying and unstoppable.
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Last Christmas I got a bit of a shock,
I opened a present to find a sock,
I dived on the presents to explore,
And to my disappointment I found three more,
That made two pairs of socks!
Where was my computer game?
Where was my watch?
Could it be happening once again?
Where socks and oranges are the domain…

Soon my stocking will be full,
its just hanging empty at the mo,
I’ve slept a night and now its full to the brim,
So I’ll spend the morning opening them,
And thanking everyone for my pressies,
So now you know what a stockings for go and use yours!!!!!!!!

Its so nearly Christmas,
I just can’t wait,
The present pile under the tree is growing,
There’s one for you and one for me,
Time flies by, its Christmas eve already,
Just one more sleep until…
ITS CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

He may be small,
He may be big,
But he’s definately good to hug.
I love him to bits,
I think he’s wonderful,
and I’ve had him all my life.
Although he’s tattered and he’s torn he’s still standing tall,
He’ll still be there when I’m eighty four,
Yes thats my teddy bear.

From an original idea from Hannah with help from Megs in the pool.

Stella, Stella, Chicken Paella,
Lily, Lily, Sausages are silly,
Meg, Meg, boiled egg,
Hannah, Hannah, bendy bananas,
John, John, tea and scone,
Joe, Joe, ate his big toe,
Tom, Tom, bacon bap bomb,
Tref, Tref, fruit instead, (NO),
Anne, Anne, dropped the frying pan,
Toby, Toby, alu gobi,
Ann, Ann, doesn’t like ham,
Sue, Sue, vindaloo,
Eileen, Eileen, ate a bean,
Tadcu, Tadcu, ate his hanky,
Mair, Mair, champion fryer!

What does my grandfather mean to me,
What is a grandfather meant to be?
He is wonderful, and great,
He does things we appreciate.
Playing with us outside,
And our breakfast he once fried.
He’s never short of things to say,
And let’s us visit on holiday.
To Tadcu,
I do write.
With joy, happiness and delight.
You are a fab grandfather to me,
Have a happy anniversary.

Another year
Another ballot
And so I stand again
I stand to be their leader,
Their envoy and their friend
I sign my name with an eager arm
So I may not back out
But who would
Which wimp would go against their word?
Everyone’s here
Except for one
Probably hiding
Away in another world
His hands trembling with fear
He hangs his head in shame
Tears streaming down his face
He could not stand in front of them
We all fill with dread
As the favourite strides in
He’s confident
He has no speech
He chucked it in the bin
The hall starts to get busy
SILENCE!
The speeches are heard.
They all mean nothing to the crowd
Apart from the odd promise of sweats or no homework
Then the crowd cheers
The favourite is on the stage
I wonder what speech he will do.
But no it’s a Mexican wave
The wave dances around the room
The great hall shakes with the children’s ecstasy
I think how I would ever do that
For I am not their friend
It’s all a big popularity contest
And the favourite won it in the end

Down on the ground,
The signal is sounded,
Piercing whistles,
And the horrendous drone of the siren.

Panic arises,
People scramble to find shelter,
It could only mean one thing,
Air raid!

Then I heard death itself,
The killer chug of Hitler’s bombers,
Desperate to find safety,
I crouch under the nearest place to hide,
A park bench.

Looking round the planes come into view,
There is no sign of the R.A.F fighters,
Or the anti aircraft guns.

Searching for a safer hiding place,
I take a risk and dash into a shop doorway,
Suddenly guns fire, but they are not German,
At last a group of spitfires fly into view.

The guns sound,
But they are too late,
There is the screech of a bomb,
Then nothing,
Hitler had done it again.

High in the clouds,
In the cramped hell hole they expect us to fight in.
There is the terrible thump of the mechanical heart,
Every pound of the machine seems louder.

Out of the grubby windows I see nothing,
Nothing but the dark expanse in all directions,
Swirling clouds of fog make the job much harder,
Harder than it already is.

I have my hands on the controls,
Using all the strength I can muster.
To keep the plane in the sky,
There is a loud clang as the lever sticks in position.

The controls are stiff,
The aeroplane is slow,
And it doesn’t handle well.
flying low ,like a sitting duck.

Bang,
The sudden explosions of shells all around.
A bright search light singles me out in the black abyss,
There are screams of bullets narrowly missing the cockpit.

Reaching for the lever,
I start to have second thoughts.
But I must over come them.
I pull the lever.
The deed is done.

bloody starter motors

why won’t they start
they can’t even manage a weak old fart

not a sound to be heard
no fumes to be seen
it must be bust
or maybe just unclean

that brought me to the decision
the car, something I must clean
it shouldn’t have a coat of grime
its should sparkle and gleam

those bloody starter motors
just look at what they’ve had me done
a lot of time cleaning my car
a job that’s no fun

if I could reinvent the car
it would have no starter motors
instead we would be resourceful
and start it with a bucket of old floaters

but that may never happen
so we’re stuck with
bloody starter motors

sparkling sapphire sea,
full of fish and dolphins,
glittering fins break the suface,

but then,

waves roll,
no longer calm and smooth,
but rough and choppy,
no fins break the surface now,

what was perfect is now ready to kill.

My Lovely Mum,
Your food is scrum,
Your huncles are warm,
You do the housework as quick as a storm,
You buy me presents,
But don’t shoot pheasants.

From John.

Phweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

The game kicks off
I’m playing in defence
they have the ball and
they come running at me
I hear their supporters shouting and
my coach shouting at me and
I safely make a tackle and
I smack it to the forwards and
they are on the break
they do a 1-2 and shoot and score
its Welton 1-Moorlands 0 !