POETRY PAGE

Welcome to our Poetry page . All our favourites will be here...and some which we've written ourselves.

Extra for Experts....

Miss N is hoping we'll act out some poems at home and someone will film them and upload them to Youtube . We can share the link here so the whole class can celebrate and learn from you . Also, it's JUST A LOT OF FUN and surely that's what life's about !

This one was uploaded to sound cloud... 1MLN kids are sooooo motivated and enthusiastic.

No breathing in Class.. By Michael Rosen

I have an invisible dragon.
http://www.poetry4kids.com/poem-654.html#.VHhDHmSSxV4

Miss Ameer found this for you ...

http://www.poetry4kids.com/poem-656.html   It's  someone reading Wayne the Stegosaurus ...

Alan Allberg's poem made the whole class laugh ....

What shall we do with the grumpy teacher by Allan Ahlberg What shall we do with the grumpy teacher? 
What shall we do with the grumpy teacher? 
What shall we do with the grumpy teacher, 
Early in the morning 

Hang on the hook behind the class room door, 
Tie her up and leave her in the PE store, 
Make her be with Derek Drew for ever more, 
Early in the morning. 

Please miss we're only Joking, 
Don't mean to be provoking. 
How come your ears are smoking 
Early in the morning. 

What shall we do with the grumpy teacher? 
What shall we do with the grumpy teacher? 
What shall we do with the grumpy teacher, 
Early in the morning 

Send him out to duty when the sleet is sleeting, 
Keep him after school to take a parents meeting. 
Stand him in the hall to watch the children eating 
Early in the Morning. 

Please sir we're only teasing, 
Don't mean to be displeasing 
Help - that's our necks your squeezing! 
Early in the Morning 

What shall we do with the grumpy teacher? 
What shall we do with the grumpy teacher? 
What shall we do with the grumpy teacher, 
Early in the morning 

Tickle her toes with a hairy creature, 
Leave her in the jungle where the ants can reach her, 
BRING HER BACK ALIVE TO BE A CLASSROOM TEACHER! 
Early in the MORNING! 

 Forgiven by A. A. Milne

I found a little beetle; so that Beetle was his name,

And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same.

I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day ...

And Nanny let my beetle out -

Yes, Nanny let my beetle out -

She went and let my beetle out -

And Beetle ran away.

She said she didn't mean it, and I never said she did,

She said she wanted matches and she just took off the lid,

She said that she was sorry, but it's difficult to catch

An excited sort of beetle you've mistaken for a match.

She said that she was sorry, and I really mustn't mind,

As there's lots and lots of beetles which she's certain we could find,

If we looked about the garden for the holes where beetles hid -

And we'd get another match-box and write BEETLE on the lid.

We went to all the places which a beetle might be near,

And we made the sort of noises which a beetle likes to hear,

And I saw a kind of something, and I gave a sort of shout:

'A beetle-house and Alexander Beetle coming out!'

It was Alexander Beetle I'm as certain as can be,

And he had a sort of look as if he thought it must be Me,

And he had a sort of look as if he thought he ought to say:

'I'm very very sorry that I tried to run away.'

And Nanny's very sorry too for you-know-what-she-did,

And she's writing ALEXANDER very blackly on the lid,

So Nan and Me are friends, because it's difficult to catch

An excited Alexander you've mistaken for a match. 

I Have to Write a Poem

I have to write a poem
but I really don’t know how.
So maybe I’ll just make a rhyme
with something dumb, like “cow.”

Okay, I’ll write about a cow,
but that’s so commonplace.
I think I’ll have to make her be…
a cow from outer space!

My cow will need a helmet
and a space suit and a ship.
Of course, she’ll keep a blaster
in the holster on her hip.

She’ll hurtle through the galaxy
on meteoric flights
to battle monkey aliens
in huge karate fights.

She’ll duel with laser sabers
while avoiding lava spray
to vanquish evil emperors
and always save the day.

I hope the teacher likes my tale,
“Amazing Astro Cow.”
Yes, that’s the poem I will write
as soon as I learn how.

Wayne the Stegosaurus

Meet the stegosaurus, Wayne.

He doesn't have the biggest brain.

He's long and heavy, wide and tall,

but has a brain that's extra small.

He's not the brightest dinosaur.

He thinks that one plus one is four.

He can't remember up from down.

He thinks the sky is chocolate brown.

He wears his bow tie on his tail

and likes to eat the daily mail.

When playing hide-and-seek he tries

to hide by covering his eyes.

He thinks that black is really white.

He's sure the sun comes out at night.

He thinks that water grows on trees

and when it's hot he starts to freeze.

He's happy when he's feeling ill.

He likes to dance by standing still.

And when it's time to go to bed,

he puts bananas on his head.

He thinks his name is Bob, not Wayne,

but that's what happens when your brain

(although you're big and brave and spiny)

is very, very, very tiny.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Scissors – by Allan Ahlberg

Nobody leave the room.

Everyone listen to me.

We had ten-pairs of scissors

At half-past two,

And now there’re only three.

Seven pairs of scissors,

Disappeared from sight.

Not one of you leaves

Till we find them.

We can stop here all night!

Scissors don’t lose themselves,

Melt away, or explode.

Scissors have not got

Legs of their own

To go running off up the road.

We really need those scissors,

That’s what makes me mad.

If it was seven pairs

Of children we’d lost,

It wouldn’t be so bad.

Halfway Down

Halfway down the stairs

is a stair

where I sit.

there isn't any

other stair

quite like

it.

I'm not at the bottom,

I'm not at the top;

so this is the stair

where

I always

stop.

Halfway up the stairs

Isn't up

And it isn't down.

It isn't in the nursery,

It isn't in town.

And all sorts of funny thoughts

Run round my head.

It isn't really

Anywhere!

It's somewhere else

Instead!

AA Milne