Poems

Zelba Zinnamon
She loved cinnamon,
She loved cinnamon cake.
Zelba Zinnamon
Ate so much cinnamon
She got bellyache.

Then Zelba Zinnamon
Sniffed the cinnamon,
Got her nose all red.
Zelba Zinnamon,
Nose full of cinnamon,
Had to go to bed.

by Sheree Fitch

I’m taking the train to Ricketywick
Clickety clickety clack
I’m sat in my seat
With a sandwich to eat
As I travel the trickety track.

It’s an ever so rickety trickety train,
And I honestly thickety think
That before it arrives
At the end of the line
It will tip up my drippety drink.

by Tony Mitton

A giggler gets the giggles
At every little thing—
A puppy dog that sneezes,
A cow that tries to sing.

She giggles at an elephant,
She giggles at a toad.
She giggles if a baby duck
Waddles down a road.

She giggles if the teacher asks
If two and two are four.
At lunch she giggles if she spills
Potatoes on the floor.

When Mother sat on Daddy’s hat
She giggled till she cried.
I think she ate a feather that
Is tickling her inside!

by Martin Gardner

Autumn leaves,
Red, Gold and Brown
Falling, swirling
Drifting down.

Prickly conkers,
Cracking, popping
Branches snap,
Acorns dropping.

Picking pumpkins,
Juicy apples too,
Gathering blackberries
In hedgerows for you.

Foggy mornings,
Damp, cold and grey,
Nature’s blanket
Clouding the day.

Swallows gather,
Swooping up high,
Off they go,
To Africa they fly.

Hibernating hedgehog
Finds somewhere to sleep,
Be sure it’s not your bonfire,
Or your rubbish heap.

Shorter days,
Frosty and wet,
Winter’s round the corner,
But not quite yet.

Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
you’re wonderful stuff,
I love you spaghetti,
I can’t get enough.
You’re covered with sauce
and you’re sprinkled with cheese,
spaghetti! spaghetti!
oh, give me some please.

Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
piled high in a mound,
you wiggle, you wriggle,
you squiggle around.
There’s slurpy spaghetti
all over my plate,
spaghetti! spaghetti!
I think you are great.


Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
I love you a lot,
you’re slishy, you’re sloshy,
delicious and hot,
I gobble you down
oh, I can’t get enough,
spaghetti! spaghetti!
You’re wonderful stuff.

by Jack Prelutsky

Mrs Peck-Pigeon
Is picking for bread
Bob-bob-bob
Goes her little tiny head

Tame as a pussy cat
In the street
Step-step-step-
Go her little red feet

With her little red feet
And her little round head
Mrs Peck-Pigeon
Goes picking for bread

by Eleanor Farjeon

I’m angry
I’m angry
I just can’t keep it in
I want to shout
And stamp about
I’m going to burst my skin
My temper’s really rising
It’s getting to the top
I feel so bad
So mean and mad
I think I’m going to pop

by Tony Mitton

The Turnip

There’s a great big turnip
At the bottom of the field.
“I’ll get it! See my muscles!”
I pushed and pulled
But I couldn’t get it out.
I pushed and I pulled
And I gave a little shout,
“Come here wife!
How’s your muscles?”

My wife came up
But she couldn’t get it out.
We pushed and pulled
And we gave a little shout,
“Come here girl!
How’s your muscles?”

The girl came up
But she couldn’t get it out.
We pushed and pulled
And we gave a little shout,
“Come here boy!
How’s your muscles?”

The boy came up
But he couldn’t get it out.
We pushed and pulled
And we gave a little shout,
“Come here dog!
How’s your muscles?”


The dog came up
But he couldn’t get it out
We pushed and pulled
And we gave a little shout
“Come here cat!
How’s your muscles?”

The cat came up
But she couldn’t get it out.
We pushed and pulled
And we gave  a little shout,
“Come here mouse!
How’s your muscles?”

The mouse came up
And pulled it out.
HOORAY!
We patted him on the back
And we gave a little shout,
“Well done mouse!
Great muscles!”