Someone keeps putting these things in my way. It's causing me problems, I just have to say, STOP IT please Someone, Please put things away, For I am the one that always must pay. I've a bruise on my bottom, A scab on my knee, A scratch on my forearm, Oh please can't you see, That I'm bruised and I'm battered, I'm blue and I'm black. My head is all swollen From when it went CRACK! So STOP IT please Someone, Please put things away, Or I will get angry and ruin your day! Poem ©2013Katherine Lynas Illustration ©2013Amanda Lillywhite |
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No football in the classroom, No writing on your clothes, No chocolate in your lunchbox No pencils up your nose. No shouting at the table, No crawling on the floor, No pulling hair, no pinching, No sneaking out the door. Why can't we have some Yes rules? Some rules to make us smile? Yes to wearing trainers, Yes to uniforms with style. Yes to bouncy castles, Yes to making dens, Yes to extra play time, Yes to keeping hens! Yes to eating ice cream, Yes to playing on the grass, Yes to making pancakes, Yes to pets in class. Yes to playing pirates, Yes to stealing jewels, Yes to taking over, Yes to No School Rules! Poem ©2013Kathryn Evans Illustration ©2013Amanda Lillywhite
As the submarine zoomed through the dark, The crew heard the Captain remark, “The coast is all clear. Let’s head for the pier. "There’s nothing down here but a… ...SHARK!" Poem ©2013 Rebecca Colby Illustration ©2013 Amanda Lillywhite Oh, hello there. How do you do?
I hope that you don't mind. You see it's raining heavily and I've left my mac behind. So if you please, just stand right here and be a helpful fella. I'm happy staying warm and dry beneath your big 'tum'-brella. Poem ©2013 Meagan Munroe Illustration © 2013 Amanda Lillywhite I’m stuck in the North Wind’s left nostril. When the wind blows, It sneezes me out of its nose Into its papery breezes And I flitter about with the leaves and the litter. Upside down and downside up, Just another pile of snotty rubbish Blown from the North Wind’s nose. © 2013 Lesley Moss © 2013 Amanda Lillywhite You want advice my little chum? Since I know humans better, Stay and shelter by my side to keep from getting wetter. No one wants a wet dog, it’s strange but true, you’ll see, No one strokes a wet dog, or lets him on their knee. You may be cute and fluffy now, get snuggles in the bed, The minute you’re a wet dog you’ll be turfed outside instead! No one wants a wet dog, they’ll chase you off the rug, No one pets a wet dog, or gives mucky pups a hug. Take it from a damp old dog, a moppish drooly hound, Some say it’s like the sprinkler’s on whenever I’m around! No one wants a wet dog, though it might seem weird to us, No one lets a wet dog lick their hand without a fuss! They will call you smelly, make you stay out ‘til you’re clean, But I’m no fancy poodle who just likes to sit and preen, I’m an always-wet-dog, and I don’t even care, ‘Cause I can make it rain indoors when I shake out my hair! Poem © 2013 Laura Louise Stewart Illustration © 2013 Amanda Lillywhite |
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