Mr Emslie

My current teacher’s called Mr Emslie,

And he really is to boot,

For I really, really like him,

And I hope you do too.

For when he blows his top 

I don’t really care,

Though I sometimes give him stares

That he doesn’t know what for,

I really have to be punctual,

I don’t want to be late,

When I have a teacher like him,

After break.

I must admit he is pretty unique,

With his bright eyes and small smile,

And when I’m on holidays,

I’m sad that I haven’t seen him for a while.

I really like Mr Emslie,

I really, really do, 

So if you’re Mr Emslie,

You should know that I like you!

Do Poems Need To Rhyme?

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contradict, Me, Poems, question, rhyme

Do poems need to rhyme?

Don’t contradict me,

But a poem should rhyme,

That’s a poem to me!

If poems don’t rhyme,

Then why call them poems?

How is it that the non- rhyming poems are famous and you know them?

English is kinda funny,

But how can it be,

That poems don’t need to rhyme-that’s not a poem to me!
– Zo Ee 8 years old –

There’s An Alien In My Pocket…

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Alien, humor, pocket, toilet

There’s an alien in my pocket,

I hope it doesn’t stay,

I pinched it and I nipped it,

And it still wouldn’t go away.

There was an alien in my pocket,

It wanted to stay,

So I threw it in the toilet,

And flushed it straight away.

Giraffes

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animal, burp, Giraffe, humor, Neck, snot, tree

Hello.

We are the giraffes.

With

long

long

necks

as

long

as

you

please.

We use them for leaves high up in the trees.

So when we burp, watch out a lot,

Or               you’ll             get           a

faceful         of                  giraffe       snot.

Sibling Rivalry

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boys, brother, funny, girls, rivalry, Sibling, sister

I have a little brother

It’s really sad to say,

All he does is nothing,

But go out to play.

I would flush him down the toilet,

Or drown him in the sink,

But the saddest part for everyone,

He’s nicer than you think!

 

I have an elder Sister

She drives everyone to their doom,

She spends many hours

In our bathroom.

She doesn’t need all that make up,

She’s pretty enough,

But then she goes for a three-hour soak

In our bathroom’s bath!

 

I have a little sister

She’s more terrible than you think,

All the time her face and dress

Are stained with chocolate drink.

She always sucks her fingers,

And never washes her hands,

She always watches her CDs

When I’m listening to my favourite bands!

 

I have an elder brother

He’s more messy than you think,

And it’s so annoying when

He only wears blue, not pink!

He loves to play the guitar,

And turns the amplifier to full amp,

You can even hear him when he is at music camp!

 

So all of us are talking about sibling rivalry,

Something fair just occurred to me:

Girls versus boys,

Boys versus girls,

Now that sounds good to me!

Mrs Ralph

My Year 3 teacher was Mrs Ralph

Really liked her

Simply awesome

 

Riffically’ crazy,

Always with a joke

Life brightens up with her

Peering curiously 

Hitting the target always
I must admit I miss her.

Witches’ Brew

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brew, food, humor, ingredients, stew, Witch

Today we will make some witches’ brew,

Here are the ingredients for our witches’ stew:

” Meat of cow,

For a little chow.

One mushroom,

For our stew of doom.

A slice of ham,

Don’t put in jam!

Two potatoes,

Three tomatoes.

Leg of lamb,

Some more ham.

With salt and pepper,

It would taste better.”

So that’s how we make witches’ brew,

Oh, all right! It was tonight’s stew!

My Mummy

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humor, junior poetry, Mummy

Big Mummy, small Mummy,

Short Mummy, tall Mummy.

Happy Mummy, sad Mummy,

Good Mummy, bad Mummy.

Quiet Mummy,drama Mummy,

Big fat Mum Mummy.

But my Mummy,I think, is the best of them all,

She is neither short nor tall

Big nor small,

Happy nor sad,

Good nor bad,

Quiet nor drama,

Not even big fat Mum Mummy.

……..

Zo Ee @ 8years old

Mebbles

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cheese, humor, junior poetry, underwater, wibbles

Mebbles live underwater, but they like cheese,

Which is why they often carry it in pouches bound to their knees.

Parmesan,Gorgonzola,a little bit of each,

Normally, they eat and play on the beach.

Cheese burgers,cheese sandwiches, cheese galore,

One Mebbles built a cheese house, from ceiling to floor.

Instead of jam,the Mebbles use cream cheese dyed red,

Which they can get when a fish bangs his head.

There is a cheese god, worshipped by the Mebbles,

His name is, “Cheesy Nibbles.”

So……

If you meet a Mebble, do anything, but please,

Do not bring the Mebble ANY cheese.

Timber

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boys, girls, humor, junior poetry, kids, timber

I did this for Write On 2016 few months ago.

Five boys, two girls, seven in all,

Four very short and three very tall.

All of them sitting on an old brick wall.

Jumping over and into a red timberbarn.

Two to one plank! Come hither! Come hither! 

One to the small plank! They stole all the timber!

In comes the manager, but it doesn’t matter. 

They’ve fled and they’ve turned a corner! 

The manager runs and crashes into a bin.

Wow, what a terrible mess he’s in!

Banana skin and a cod’s fin.

Oh, the things that lurk in that dusty bin!

Matted hair and wonky tie,

Remains of the once-clean manager-but sly.

Kiddies kept running , couldn’t stop,

Till’ they heard horse hooves go clip-clop .

A carriage, so fine, that was coming toward them,

Almost, almost, almost ran over them. 

The driver shouts, ” I almost ran over you!”

The kids yell back, “We escaped that , that’s true!”

But the driver is the manager, he is.

The kids scream, “That’s not fair! Why didn’t you tell us this?”

“That was my assistant! You still have me to defeat!”
…………

Zo Ee @ 8 years old (13-Aug-2016)