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The Most Horrible Fancy-Dress Ever, by Laura Louise Stewart

2/3/2017

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The theme of our Halloween party this year,
Was the best and most horrible yet,
The invites said 'Come as the thing you most fear,
Or the grossest thing that you can get',
So I went to Fred Foxwell's Fantastical Shop,
'Cause he has all that's weird, mad and scary
And asked him to find me the worst outfit there,
The costume most wild, bad and hairy.
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O Yellow Pencil by Laura Louise Stewart

5/9/2016

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Pencil, why are you so yellow?
Just to look a jolly fellow?
Or is it that you used to be
Made out of old banana trees?
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Illustration © 2016 Sarah McIntyre

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Retired Pirate at Rest, by Laura Louise Stewart

1/8/2016

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My whole life we'd kept a wild secret
Our very own fam'ly black sheep
See Dad's Dad was Cap'n Jack Scurvy
Marauder of oceans so deep

When Grandpa moved into our spare room
Imagine the poor neighbours shock
But scoundrels get older too, says Jack
An' weigh down their anchors at dock
Illustration © 2016 Jonny Duddle. Poem by Laura Louise Stewart
Illustration © 2016 Jonny Duddle

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This Ain't No Teddy Bear's Picnic, by Laura Louise Stewart

16/5/2016

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​If you go down to the woods tonight

You better go in disguise
If you go down to the woods tonight
You may get a bad surprise...
Illustration © 2016 Chris Riddell funny poems on the funeverse
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T-Bone Toothy, by Laura Louise Stewart

11/3/2016

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Look Bev and Ruthy
Just keep your cool, Trish
That's T-Bone Toothy
The celebrity fish!
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Monkey Raid by Laura Louise Stewart

22/1/2016

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A monkey kidnapped Katy,
or so my Grandma said,

That's why my sister‘s jumping like
an ape upon the bed.
Now she's not here at dinner
and Gran says she'll go without,

Girls don’t get fish and chips and peas when they monkey about.
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When I Am Big, by Laura Louise Stewart

11/9/2015

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When I am big
I'll be REALLY BIG
The biggest boy that you've seen!
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Don't Kiss Me! By Laura Louise Stewart

31/7/2015

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Stop chasing me Witch, don't kiss me again
Just grabbing us frogs is no way to meet men
It`s said you've kissed dozens, perhaps even more
But once they're a prince, you find them a bore
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The Boy with the Bogey on his Jumper, by Laura Louise Stewart

19/6/2015

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Oh yes! Get me! Look how they stare
They all just wish that they'd been there
Standing in the front two rows
When Taylor Swift got a tickly nose
A funny snotty poem from Laura Louise Stewart

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Not Your Average Whale Tale, by Laura Louise Stewart

1/5/2015

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Cecelia Seaweed, they call her you know
'Cause she goes wherever the tide wants to go

She floats on her side with her gaze to the sky
While down in the deep ocean life passes by

Cecelia seldom moves, like she's in bed
Occasionally birds stop to perch on her head

She's like her own island, so big, flat and still
But she's not just lazy, or crazy, or ill
 
No, she's growing barnacles on all her fins
Because she's the fish who forgot how to swim

Cecelia Seaweed, that gigantic whale
Just drifts like a sailboat without any sail


© Laura Louise Stewart 2015

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Inside My Pencil Case by Laura Louise Stewart

9/1/2015

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On the first day of school my new pencil case contained:

8 brand new felt pens
7 sharpened pencils
6 sheets of stickers
5 blue-ink biros
4 glitter glue tubes
3 piggy stampers
2 shiny rulers
And a rubber shaped like a palm tree.

On the last day of term in my pencil case remained:

8 lids for felt pens
7 broken pencils
6 furred-up stickers
(And a magnificent biro I traded with Meg that has) 5 COLOUR CHANGE!
4 glittered conkers
3 piggy stampers
2 shiny rulers
And a sketch of Sir as a monkey

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© 2014 Laura Louise Stewart
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RoboNanny by Laura Louise Stewart

24/10/2014

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Mum flipped one day and shouted
That she’d had about enough.
She’s sick of changing nappies and of picking up our stuff.

She went online and ordered,
From a space-age superstore,
A high-tech Robo-Nanny, for delivery at four!

It came inside a brown box,
That said ‘Poppins 6.5’.
Mum took it out and charged it, and our nanny came alive!

But then we heard it buzzing,
On its tummy flashed a light,
And something told us then our Poppins wasn’t programmed right.

Mum told it, “Here’s my four kids,
“And you’ll help me round the home….”
Instead, Miss Poppins started popping kids out of her own!

Not just one robot baby,
No, twelve tot-sized bots had come,
Before Mum found an off-switch hidden on the robot’s bum.

Now besides us kids there's
Mini-bots to feed and clean
Mum’s hired two more nannies (this time human, not machine).

We never have enough plugs,
Our electric bills are mad...
I bet Mum thinks our old mess wasn't really all that bad!

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Poem © 2014 Laura Louise Stewart
Illustration © Heather Dickinson
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Beware The Knocking Crow, by Laura Louise Stewart

1/8/2014

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There came a midnight knock, a tap,
But at the door was only black.
So dark it was, I felt not saw,
His wings brush past me, nothing more.

I turned, my hopes of sweet dreams died,
The Knocking Crow had come inside.
I’d heard the tales and warnings said
Of when he calls you from your bed,

And now I sensed his beady eye
Upon me from a shelf up high.
What did he want, the dreadful crow?
Why did he make me shiver so?

I could not read, nor drink my tea,
His darkness settled over me.
That pointy beak! That wicked claw!
What horrors had he wrought before?

At last my terror grew so great
I cried, “Pray tell Sir, what’s my fate?
Why did you choose to enter here?
I’m at your mercy, crow of fear!”

He spread his wings, opened his beak,
I quaked, what foul things would he speak?
His voice as cracked and old as sin
Said “No one asks why I come in!”

“But now young human, since you dare...
It’s jolly freezing perched out there.”
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Poem © 2014 Laura Louise Stewart
Illustration © Sam Zuppardi
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In The Ogre's Kitchen, by Laura Louise Stewart

10/5/2014

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Yes, the ogre captured us
But don't be too alarmed
He's not as scary as he seems and we have not been harmed

You see, he's vegetarian!
Whoever would have thought?
He’s put us straight to work with all the other kids he's caught

Behind his castle walls he has
Kids keeping his house clean
And kids to tend his veggie patch, the biggest ever seen

We're both in the kitchen
Where we cook the ogre's meal
(That's why this SOS is on a scrap of onion peel)

And herein lies our problem, see
The ogre's diet's strange
He only wants his onions and his tastes they never change

His breakfast’s onion porridge, then
there’s onion cake at ten
If we get out we hope to never see onions again!

The onion soup is okay
And onion stew is fine...
But onion ice-cream pudding? That is where we draw the line

The castle's good in other ways
It's warm and keeps us dry
But all this chopping onions, could make a grown man cry

Our fingers smell, our hair does too
The stench clings to our clothes
It’s like we’re walking round with sweaty socks shoved up our nose

We long to slice some aubergines!
Or bake some mushroom pies
We'd gladly peel some sprouts to have a break from weeping eyes

So know that we're alive and well
We hope this calms your fears
But please come get us soon because we're running out of tears!

Poem ©2014 Laura Louise Stewart
Illustration © 2014 Loretta Schauer


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I Saw It! by Laura Louise Stewart

15/3/2014

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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!

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Poem © 2014 Laura Louise Stewart
Illustration © 2014 Sally Kindberg
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The Sky Painters, by Laura Louise Stewart

21/1/2014

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This morning I woke to a sunrise so bright,
Mum told me the sky painters came in the night.
She said while we slept they were loading their brushes,
With pigments as pink as a thousand girls’ blushes,

And sweeping across the horizon they made,
The world a huge canvas in this cheery shade.
I looked at the colours high over the trees,
I wondered, just what kind of painters are these?

They must have long arms for strokes so big and wide,
Or have some fantastic winged creatures to ride?
With a smile she said, seeing these artists is rare,
But often there are clues that they've been up there.

A smudged circle round the medallion sun,
A criss-cross of lines that no plane could have done.
Or when there’s a cloud, she said, shaped like a heart-
All might be original works of sky art.

That’s nice mum, I said, It’s a pretty thought but…
Don’t tell anyone else or they’ll think you’re a nut.
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Poem ©2014 Laura Louise Stewart
Illustration © 2014 Amanda Hall
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Wet Dog! by Laura Louise Stewart

2/9/2013

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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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Little Grizzly's Tall Tales of Alaska, part 1, by Laura Louise Stewart

5/7/2013

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The thing about Alaskan bees is
They’re not like your kind,
Up here, you see, their honey freezes,
So in hives you’ll find:

Ice-cream swirls instead of wax
And blossom bright sorbets
Chunks of fudge and choc-ice stacks
In stripy bee sundaes

What’s more, since there’s no honeycomb
Exploring paws don’t stick,
Just open up the chilly dome
For hungry bears to lick!

And wow, the walls are wafer wrapped
Around the inner cold,
It’s like a giant waffle cone
For lucky cubs to hold!

And yep that’s how strange dessert fame
Came to our humble wood,
For sure, our bees they are to blame
For Baked Alaska pud!


Poem ©2013 Laura Louise Stewart
Illustrations ©2013 Bridget Strevens-Marzo 

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The Shy Inventor by Laura Louise Stewart

7/5/2013

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The Queen’s Chief Inventor’s my role, 
And it’s tough,
She asks me to do some impossible stuff.

One day she requests a bike with
Twelve foot sails,
The next, an appliance for doughnut cocktails!

If she wants to fly an airship
time-machine,
I’m the engineer of her zaniest schemes.

The last Chief Inventor said she
Was quite mad
He gave up and left to tend sheep with his dad!

Now folk ask me how I accept
Her demands,
They’ll never know why I’m putty in her hands.

My secret is simple, you may
Guess it’s this;
I’d give up my chemistry set for one kiss!

But ah, I’m no prince, a brave knight
Or rich man,
I have just my brains and my tools, and her plans

So….

If she tells me she wants to fly
Without wings,
I construct an airship from canvas and string!

She wants to go diving but will
Not wear scuba,
I build her a submarine shaped like a tuna!

She longs to be taller, and have
Longer strides,
I make robot legs that can step three miles wide!

Her wish is a pet that’s as rare 
As T-Rex?
I’ll breed her a hen that lays Cadbury’s Crème Eggs!

But now, oh help me, I’m unstuck
Stumped at last
She’s given me a truly knee-trembling task.

She wants me (gee!) to (gulp) declare
How I feel?
That’s like telling me to make cars with square wheels!

Oh no, how do I say it's
L. O.  V. E?
Please can you invent something to speak for me?

Poem © 2013 Laura Louise Stewart 
Illustrations © 2013 John Shelley


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The Wompoo Tune by Laura Louise Stewart

5/3/2013

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Wompoo pigeons coo
This is what they do
Start up the zoo band
When it perches on my hand

Trumptey tu tu
You can join in too!
Sing the wompoo song
As the zoo folk march along

Ooey Oo Oo Oo
Monkeys shout woo hoo!
See chimps move their feet
To that funky wompoo beat

Zabba dabba zoo
Zebras boogaloo!
Grooving to the tune
Of the hippo’s deep bassoon

Boppitty boo boo
Next come kangaroos!
Watch them bounce and drop
Getting low, the zoo hip-hop

Parp-itty poop poop
Warthogs step and toot!
Who needs jungle drums?
When you’ve got musical bums

Shoopy shoop shoo shoo
Meerkats hula hu!
All the zoo’s alive
With the jazzy wompoo jive

Doo-wop diddy do
..Wait…
Where is that wompoo?
What is that you say?
Oh, he must have flown away

Poem ©2013 Laura Louise Stewart
Illustration ©2013 Mike Brownlow

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BEDTIME for MONSTERS by Laura Lou Stewart

7/1/2013

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The stars are shining in the sky
The moon is looking down
On top of monster mountain
You cannot hear a sound
So put aside your worries
Chase the beasties from your head
Even little monsters
Have to go to bed

Inside the rocky monster dens
Baths are being run
To wash away a busy day
Of mucky monster fun
Time to clean those monster teeth
Brush cobwebs off their heads
Even little monsters
Have to go to bed

Mummy's in her dressing gown
Trying not to doze
Daddy's got his slippers on
To hide his hairy toes
Tails tucked into PJs
Cosy nightcaps on their heads
Even little monsters
Have to go to bed

Outside the wind is howling
Not a single monster roars
They're snug inside the blanket caves
The darkness shut outdoors
Come listen to your bedtime tale
Let stories fill your head
Even little monsters
Have to go to bed

Poem ©2013 Laura Lou Stewart
Image ©2013 Kate Pankhurst

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When I am Queen by Laura Lou Stewart

1/11/2012

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When I am Queen,
I’m making a rule,
That no-one shall eat stringy beans.
And doctors will say,
Ice-cream’s a health food,
And shut up about stupid greens!

Whenever it snows, 
All work will be banned,
So kids can go sledging outside.
And I will make sure,
Long walks are extinct,
By giving out scooters to ride.

It won’t be allowed
For grown-ups to ask,
‘Has all of your homework been done?’
And teachers will get,
Detention from me,
If their lessons aren't enough fun.

I shall do away, 
With uncomfy thrones,
We’ll have royal hot tubs instead.
The long palace halls,
I’ll replace with flumes,
And slide to court straight out of bed.

But biggest of laws,
Which I shall enforce,
(And punish those who disagree)
Is no child shall be, 
Made to clean their plate,
Of bad-smelling-bleugh-broccoli. 


Image ©2012 Sam Zuppardi 
Poem ©2012 Laura Lou Stewart

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