For Children

Poetry

This writing is largely unamended

POW! Poems and Limericks from Ms Hackett's Yr6 POW! Group, Carsic Primary School, Sutton-in-Ashfield, Notts:

What would I be? If I wasn't human Then what would I be A cow, a pig or a buzzing bee Would I live in the Nile Would I be a crocodile Would I live in space Would I leave a trace Would I come out at night Would I give people a fright Would I come out in the day Would I have a party in May I don't know what I'll be If I just wasn't me It's all a mystery And soon it will be history. By William Dutton

There was a man called Sprocket Who went to the moon in a rocket The rocket went bang His head went clang And found his brain in his pocket. By Natalie Whitehead

There was a lady called Kerry Who loves eating cherries She played the ball In the hall The beautiful lady called Kerry By Denna Jacob

There was a herd of tramps
Who loved eating underpants
The herd of tramps
Panted and danced
Oh silly old tramps

By Nathan Frankish

There was a boy called Fred Who had an injury to his head He had a bump Caused by a lump Silly boy Fred By Natalie Whitehead

There was a boy who had a duck Who always had lots of luck He had a friend called Med Who loved her bed There was a boy who had luck By Courtney Powell

POW! Poems from Miss Bowers POW! Group, Carsic Primary School, Sutton-in-Ashfield, Notts:

POW is fun! POW is POWerful! POW is a thing! Miss Bower lets us have bling!

POW is exciting!
POW is wicked!
POW is sweet!
When Miss Bowers gives us a treat!

By Leah Grainger

POW is great
POW is fab
POW is driving Miss Bowers mad!

POW is cool POW is fun POW is powerful For all of us By Kristina Tripkovic

POW is cool!
For us at school
POW is great!
Mini books, stories, poems and letter
Give us POW!

By Cody Staniland

POW is wicked! POW is mad! POW is a great place to have! and POW is WOW! By Macorley Gleghorn

Lovely POW!
Cool POW!
POW is fun!
and tasty to have
Come to POW
and you will be wowed!

By Macorley Gleghorn

POW is fun POW is cool POW is for us at school! By Cody Staniland

POW is fun
POW is mad
How helpful is that?

By Kelly Broderick

Powerful POW, WOW Wicked stories, letters and poems How cool and amazing is that? WOW, is that POW? By Kelly Broderick

POW is powerful
POW is WOW
POW is amazing and it shows you how

By Krystian Michalik

POW is great
POW is fun
POW is helpful for all of us

By Krystian Michalik

POW! Limerick from Ricky at Abbey Gates Primary School, Ravenshead, Notts:

There was a young man from France
Who never wanted to dance
He went to a lake
And swallowed a cake
He lived his whole life with no chance

POW! Limericks from Carsic Primary School, Sutton in Ashfield, Notts

There was a lady called Kerry
Who loved a man called Gladberry
She gave him a kiss
He gave it a miss
So she went out with John Terry
By Shannon

There was a lady called Kerry
Who loved her hamster called Cherry
She gave her a nut
He let out a tut
Now he is known as Fred Terry
By Kirsten

There was a lady called Kerry
Who loved a man called John Terry
She gave him a kiss
He let out a hiss
So she moved on to Fred Perry
By Max

There was a lady called Kerry
Who went out with one John Terry
She went to the pub
Stuck him in a tub
So she went home with Fred Perry
By Kallum

There was a lady called Kerry
Who was only eating red cherries
She played with the ball
She went to the hall
That is a nice woman called Kerry
By Dona

There was a teacher called Kerry
Who had a boyfriend called Terry
She ate some berries
So she ate Terry's
And she ran off with Perry
By Michael

There as a young girl called Kerry
Who fancied a man called Fred Merry
She gave him a snog
He gave out a dog
So she moved on to Pat Berry
By Georgia

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The Rain Poem

the river swallows it whole
the ragged clouds retreat
watching the downpour
water spews out
help disaster car washed away
deluge downpour
spots of rain
rising river
help save me
A patch of blue sky
a hero
disaster don't leave me
deafening roar
umbrella blows away
drains not coping
drip drip drip
a patch of blue dry
puddles on pavements
spots of rain
drains coping
Ricky and Emily, Y5 POW! students, Abbey Gates School, Ravenshead, Notts

Some tongue twisting poems...

Seashells seashells
She sells seashells
The shells from the seashore
Are the shells from the sea.

Swan Swan Swan
Swimming in the Swamp
Sammy and his friends swamp along
All day long

Witch Witch Witch
Which is the Witch
that witches my friends and I
on Halloween night?

by Emogene Shaw
Y3, St Mary's Catholic Primary School, Derby

Poems sent in by Highfield Hall Primary School, Chesterfield
Witten by Year 2 students, using "All Write Now" strategies:

Dinner in Space

Licking and sucking the pinky-purple liquid dinner
Food-chopping robot trimmer
Leave the food, get thinner and thinner
Eat it all up and be a winner
Here comes the hoovering spaceship spinner-strimmer!
by Daniel B, Jason, Hannah, Benjamin and Kurt

Adventure in Space

I wish I could go for an adventure in space
Floating through the air with grace
In space I might be able to tie my lace
In space I would like to trace
I would like to have a race
Courtney, Ashley, Lewis, Sarah and Jack S

Super Car

In the future I would like a magic car.
Maybe it would travel to a sparkling star,
Speeding away very far.
I wouldn't just use it to go to the Spar.
Wouldn't it be good if you could keep it in a jar.
Daniel S, Sian, Jack H, Warren and Rebecca S

Landing on the Moon

Blasting off our Earth with a whooshing, roaring VROOM!
Keeping us safe in a cold metal cocoon.
In the dark, dark sky floating like a white, white balloon,
Coming in to land in the late afternoon.
Engine is not working now we are forever marooned.
Chloe, Sam, Jessica, Richard and Nathan

Tomorrow's School

Schools in the future, no one counts, one, two, three.
No teachers in the classroom, only a face on a screen to see.
School computers are the key.
They open doors in our mind and set us free.
You can be anything you want to be.
Katie, Cameron, Mollie, Rebecca H and Jamie Lee

Up on Mars

Up on red, dusty, mysterious Mars
Delicious, jelly-filled chocolate bars
Silver, twinkling, exploding stars
Rainbow, perfumed plants in a crater vase
Rubber bouncing, turbo-booster cars
Emilie, Bradley, Leigh, Aaron and Harry

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Long, long ago in the days of yore
Lived a dinosaur with a poorly jaw
Human bones he loved to gnaw
Holding them in his greasy paw
Until the day his tongue was sore
Oh no! he cried no more I gnaw
Human bones I will ignore
A life without the blood and gore!
Julie Banford
Coton Primary School

Danny the Dinosaur

Danny was a dinosaur
A hungry fearsome carnivore
His jaw would often run with gore
As he crunched his food red and raw
He saw a tasty herbivore
He approached with a deafening roar
James Massey, Craig Woodward and Linda Rolland
Fairfield Infant and Nursery School

The Dinosaur's Claw

In the steamy swamplands of the equator
The silence was broken by an earth shattering roar
Could it be a predatory green eyed alligator?
Or... a mad being with a chattering jaw?
Covered in sinew and blood dripping gore
The remnants from the dinosaur's claw.
Rona Barton, Christine Delli-Colli, Rebecca Davies,
Judith Brassington, Pauline Hird, Lynda Howard
St Anne's Catholic Primary School

The Dinosaur

In all the world I most adore
The prehistoric dinosaur
I love his fierce tenacious jaw
And how those jaws can gnaw and gnaw!
As strong as all that went before
His presence you cannot ignore
Across the hills in days of yore
You hear him roar and roar and ROAR!
Sylvia Bunting
Hartington CofE Primary School

The Dinosaur

The dinosaur had a very big jaw,
With which me made an enormour roar,
More and more he shook the floor
Until he broke down the door
Oh what a silly dinosaur!
Angela Dolan and Rachel Heath
Brockwell Nursery and Infant School

Food

When I get in from school
Melting in my mouth yum yum
Chomp, chomp
Welcoming tickling tasty cool
Sunday dinner
Mashed with lumps
Tickling top of my throat
Pies, peas perfect
Nice rice
Lumpy brown water
Steam Toad in the Hole
Mint sauce on cold sprouts with veggies
Hot stuffed pork, chicken
Mashed potatoes with lumps
Yoghurt pudding
I'm full.
Nathan, Year 7, Meadows Community School

The Flood

Drip, drip, drip, drip
rain drizzles down the window pane,
puddles on the pavement
puddles on the playground,
lakes on the playing fields
rivers in the roads.

Raindrops like arrows
thunder like cannonfire
a deafening roar.
Sky is frowning
blue-black grey
children rush indoors
too afraid to play.

Faces pressed to steamy panes
watching the downpour
outside the bruised clouds crack open
water spews out
rivers rise
bridges bulge full to the brim.

A car swims downstream
fallen branches, a boot, a frightened dog
catch it, match its stroke
tongues of water lap its tyres
a gurgle and a gulp and it's gone
the river swallows it whole.

A sliver, a patch of blue
the ragged clouds retreat
the sun shuffles off his grey pyjamas
brushes his teeth, dresses neat
tries on a hat
of a different hue.

Dark clouds
Dirp, drip, spots of rain
Drizzle
Raindrops like arrows
Puddles on pavements
Thunder, deafening roar
Storm, downpour
Drains not coping
Splash, wellies on
Umbrella blows away, wet
Drizzle
Drip, Drip, spots of rain
Drains coping
A patch of blue, dry.

Help
Disaster
Deafening roar
Drains not coping
Storm
Rising river
Swollen stream
Rainbows like arrows
Lakes in the grass
Deluge
Downpour
Puddles on the pavements
Wellies on
Spots of rain
Drizzle
Splash
Wet
Drip, Drip
Drip
Dry

Dark clouds
Deafening roar
Thunder
Raindrips like arrows
Downpour
Puddles on pavements
Rising river
Disaster
Car washed away
Upside down
Help
Save me!
Spots of rain
A patch of blue
Drip
Rescue
A hero
Vanessa Biggott

When You Next See a Dragon

When you next see a dragon
If he is feeling sad
He'd feel better if you remind him
Not all dragons are bad.

When you next see a dragon
If he's wiping his nose
It'd really cheer him up if
You'd give him a pretty rose.

When you next see a dragon
If he's about to cry
Take a tissue out your pocket
And make his tears dry.

When you next see a dragon
If he's walking in the rain
Then of course he's lost
So help him home again.

When you next see a dragon
Do this if you would
Make sure he doesn't set you on fire
For not all dragons are good.
Jessica Mason (aged 11)

Sounds of Winter

Long dark nights
as night falls quickly
Snowball fights
as children throw
Cold and crispy leaves
falling to the ground
Frozen lakes
and quacking ducks
Blizzard freezing as they blow
Icy roads and slippery wheels
Lauren Booth (aged 10)