George Stanworth
Poet
&
Lyricist
ARE WE THERE YET?
SUMMER POEMS FOR KIDS
THE COUNTDOWN
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10,9,8,7,6.
The countdown has begun.
Soon it will be holiday.
5,4,3,2,1.
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DON'T!
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Don't draw glasses on a cloud.
Don't say 'Poo-Pants' far too loud.
Don't pull faces at the sun.
Don't kick tigers up the bum.
OUCH!
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My Mum stood on a jellyfish,
and both of them were bitter.
Each threatened to unfollow,
the other one on Twitter!
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I THINK I NEED A WEE-WEE
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‘I think I need a wee-wee.’
‘But we’ve just got in the car.’
‘I think I need a wee-wee.’
‘But we haven’t travelled far.’
‘I think I need a wee-wee.’
‘But we haven’t left our road.’
‘I think I need a wee-wee.’
‘We’re still in our post-code.’
‘I think I need a wee-wee.’
‘But we’ve only gone a mile.’
‘I think I need a wee-wee.’
‘Can’t you just hang on a while?’
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‘I think I need a wee-wee.’
‘Another one already?.’
‘I think he needs a wee-wee now.’
‘Surely not your Teddy.’
‘I think I need a wee-wee.’
‘Can’t you just hang on?’
‘I think I need a wee-wee.’
‘We won’t be very long.’
‘I think I need a wee-wee.’
‘I’m stopping here for you.’
‘I think I’ve done a wee-wee,
and maybe done a poo!’
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DISNEY DAYS
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Warmer than a Sheep Dog hug
or happiness rolled in a rug;
dancing dizzy Dulux joy,
whirls and swirls and shouts ‘Ahoy!’
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Brighter than a scientist,
the artist’s pallet shines and skips.
Free from Greenwich Mean Time days,
they demonstrate their West End ways.
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Talent dazzles, beaming light
into the insides of our life.
Floating like a bubble thought.
playful pigment can’t be caught.
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THERE ONCE WAS A DECKCHAIR
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There once was a deckchair called Joan,
who cried as she was all alone.
No-one sat down
on her stripy beach gown,
so she caught the next bus and went home.
