 “Leave the prince speechless,” I heard you declare. “Please make him notice my eyes and gold hair. Give him a reason to gaze on my face. Make me stand out from the rest in this place.” Granting your wishes was no easy task. And now you complain? How dare you, I ask! Go on and moan that you look like monster. But Cinderella, my dear, you get what you ask for! Poem © 2014 Rebecca Colby Illustration © 2013 Sally Kindberg
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Ever seen a vampire bat that flashed a sharp-toothed smile? Or some slimy water goblins ride a crocodile? I have... Perhaps you saw an ogre eating gravy-covered toes? Or looked up at the sky and saw some glowing UFOs? I did... How about some phantom lions in a creepy zoo? I can see these spooks and more, and guess what? You can too! Here’s how... Think of, let’s say, a haunted house, and with your mind explore it Now all that scary stuff you see, just take a pen and draw it!  In Nightmare Town there is a street, They call it Dark, and in Dark Street there is one house, a scary house, and I have been inside it. And upstairs there's a gloomy room, a room of everlasting doom and there's a cupboard in that room, and I have stood beside it: so sinister, so full of mean - (Shh, they may hear us whispering) - green monstrous creatures, cupboard trolls, and I have peeped inside it. And there the mouldy cupboard folks dwell inbetween the hats and cloaks. The monsters wait behind the door and I have stepped inside it ... The monsters made me Monster Queen though I am clean and they are green, Now in the cupboard I reside and we all hide inside it. In Nightmare Town there is a street they call it Dark, and in Dark Street there is one house, a scary house - why don't YOU step inside it ...? Poem © 2014 Lesley Moss Illustration © 2014 Sally Kindberg  Illustration: Sally Kindberg  Come here you little pudding,
My yummy scrummy cake, Let me dig my spoon in you, And scoff you off the plate. Oh let me stuff your spongy fluff Right in my chubby face. Oh you little runaway, You tease of a dessert, Let me add some jam and cream A luscious licky squirt, Then fill my mouth from north to south, Who’s it going to hurt? But you’re looking at me oddly, With your little raison eyes, And your tiny pearly teeth, Are somewhat a surprise, And boy how wide your mouth goes, I don’t want to fall inSIIIIIIIDE……. Poem ©2014 Kathryn Evans Illustration © 2014 Sally Kindberg You're a lily-livered landlubber, A poxy-faced buffoon. Your armpits smell like rancid cod, Your face looks like a prune. You're a rusty-bladed buccaneer, Who only drinks stale grog. Your wooden leg has woodworm, You weevil eating dog. You're a parrot-lovin' jellyfish, A lice-infested slob. There is no need to spill my guts, You rotter, Scurvy Bob! Poem ©2014 Katherine Lynas Illustration © 2014 Sally Kindberg 
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