Poem of the Week 05

Homework! Oh, Homework!

 Jack Prelutsky

 

Homework! Oh, Homework!

I hate you! You stink!

I wish I could wash you away in the sink,

if only a bomb would explode you to bits.

Homework! Oh, homework!

You’re giving me fits.

 

I’d rather take baths with a man-eating shark,

or wrestle a lion alone in the dark,

eat spinach and liver,

pet ten porcupines,

than tackle the homework,

my teacher assigns.

 

Homework! Oh, homework!

you’re last on my list,

I simple can’t see why you even exist,

if you just disappeared it would tickle me pink.

Homework! Oh, homework!

I hate you! You stink!

 

Poem of the Week 04

Pirate Pete

James Carter

 

Pirate Pete had a ship on the sea

had a fish for his tea

had a peg for a knee

and a tiny little parrot called . . . Polly

 

Pirate Pete had a book with a map

had a skull on his cap

had a cat on his lap

and another little parrot called . . . Dolly

 

Pirate Pete had a trunk full of treasure

had a belt made of leather

had a cap with a feather

and another little parrot called . . . Jolly

 

Pirate Pete had a patch on his eye

had a flag he would fly

had a plank way up high

and another little parrot called . . . Molly

 

So Pirate Pete

and the parrots four

they sailed the world

from shore to shore –

collecting gold

and gifts galore.

And that’s their tale –

there is no more!

 

Poem of the Week 03

Pure Imagination

Roald Dahl

 

Come with me and you’ll be

In a world of pure imagination

Take a look and you’ll see

Into your imagination

 

We’ll begin with a spin

Travelling in the world of my creation

What we’ll see will defy

Explanation

 

If you want to view paradise

Simply look around and view it

Anything you want to, do it

Want to change the world?

There’s nothing

To it

 

There is no Life I know

To compare with

Pure imagination

Living here you’ll be free

If you truly wish to be

 

If you want to view paradise

Simply look around and view it

Anything you want to, do it

Wanta change the world?

There’s nothing to it.

 

 

Poem of the Week 02

Where Broccoli Comes From

 Michael Rosen

 

Not many people know

that broccoli grows in the armpits

of very big green men

who live in the forest

and brave broccoli cutters

go deep into the forests

and they creep up on the

very big green men.

They wait for the

very big green men

to fall asleep

and the broccoli cutters

get out their

great big broccoli razors

and they shave the

armpits

of the very big green men.

And that’s where broccoli

comes from.

Not many people know that.

Just thought I’d let you know.