4th Class Poetry

January 23, 2011

 

Springtime

 

It’s Springtime again.

Tee shirts are worn for the first time again.

Doctor Who and Simpsons’ Specials on t.v..

All my Christmas toys are broken now.

Picnics near the Papal cross.

It’s Springtime again.

Birds tweet in the morning in the quarry lane.

Cats spray our garden to mark new territory.

Playing football near the Park Visitor’s Centre.

Centipedes appear at the St. Patrick’s Day parade.

It’s Springtime again.

My caterpillar comes out of its shell.

My dog takes toys out to the garden to play alone.

Mum forgets to put the clock forward and we’re late.

No more cars buried under snow.

It’s like someone has turned on the light.

Chasing, racing and staying outside.

Pools on a Sunday.

Time to buy new batteries.

Squirrels roam in the fields.

In the Spring.

 

Limericks

There was a young man from Bombay

He didn’t get very much pay

He packed in his job

He didn’t have a bob

But he went to the beach for the day

There was a poor dog from Clare

Who didn’t have very much hair

He was a bit of a scat

And liked to chase cats

But his cupboard, like his head was quite bare

There was a young man from Bombay

Who burrowed through a stack of old hay

He came out the end

After turning a bend

And let out a shrill cry: “Hurray!”

There was a young man from Bombay

Who wanted to visit Pompeii

When the ash came and fell

He shouted: “Oh Hell!

I’ll have to get out of its way.”

There was a young boy from Bombay

Who went on a Roman holiday

There was ash everywhere

Got a rash in his hair

It’s the last time he’s going away.

There was a young girl from France

Who didn’t know quite how to dance

She ate plenty red meat

And rubbed down her feet

It at least helped her be able to prance

There was a young boy from Bombay

Who slid down a hill on a tray

He went bump on his head

And thought he was dead

But he forgot he was just in a play.

There was a young boy from Bombay

Who just didn’t know where to stay

He went to an agent

Who told him be patient

And now lives in Southern Pompeii

There was a poor dog from Clare

He chased a cat for a dare

He climbed up a tree

Got stung by a bee

And then ran around in despair.

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