ARE WE THERE YET?

SUMMER POEMS FOR KIDS

THE COUNTDOWN

10,9,8,7,6.

The countdown has begun.

Soon it will be holiday.

5,4,3,2,1.

  DON'T!

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!

My Mum stood on a jellyfish,

and both of them were bitter.

Each threatened to unfollow,

the other one on Twitter!

  I THINK I NEED A WEE-WEE

 

‘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?’

‘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!’

   DISNEY DAYS

   Warmer than a Sheep Dog hug

    or happiness rolled in a rug;

      dancing dizzy Dulux joy,

     whirls and swirls and shouts ‘Ahoy!’

   Brighter than a scientist,

      the artist’s pallet shines and skips.

       Free from Greenwich Mean Time days,

      they demonstrate their West End ways.

 Talent dazzles, beaming light

 into the insides of our life.

 Floating like a bubble thought.

  playful pigment can’t be caught.

THERE ONCE WAS A DECKCHAIR

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.

53 brilliant seasonal poems for just...