Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Sunday, December 5, 2010

IT WASN’T ME IT WAS HIM!

                                                                         Mr Prabuddha Sunwar 
There’s a hole in the wall
A mess on the floor
And only 1 cake left
When there used to be four, plus
The fish is hard to ignore.

The dog had a trim
With a blunt pastry cutter
Now he’s wearing your nightie
And looks like a complete nutter
And your keys magically
Disappeared down the gutter.

The budgie flew off
Said it needed some room
And doesn’t Gran always
Stick gum to her face?
And surely a carpet’s
Not hard to replace

The toothpaste was switched
With the glue meant or tiling
It sets really quickly
Now everyone’s smiling
And the fire brigade called
Some mistake about dialling

Yes I know he’s a baby
Who can’t leave his cot
But when your back’s turned
He gets up to a lot
Let him try and deny it
I bet he cannot
IT WASN’T ME IT WAS HIM!

A NOVICE DAY

                                                                    Mr Prabuddha Sunwar
                                                                                                       Year 6, Le Cateau Community School
Today I had a problem
when I tried to make my bed.
My blankets and my comforter
got wrapped around my head.

I went to fluff the pillows
but the pillow cover tore,
and feathers flew all over
as I stumbled 'round the floor.

I accidentally grabbed the sheets
and pulled them as I fell.
I have to say, it seems
my day's not starting off too well.

I tripped upon a pillowcase
and landed in a heap.
Good grief! That's it! I'm staying here
and going back to sleep!

SNOWMAN

                                                                                                                   Mr Prabuddha Sunwar
                                                                                                                Year 6, Le Cateau Community School
Once there was a snowman,
Who stood outside the door,
He wished that he could come inside,
And run around the floor.

He wished that he could warm himself,
Beside the fire, so red,
He wished that he could climb
Upon the big white bed.

So he called to the North Wind,
"Come and help me, pray,
for I'm completely frozen,
Standing here all day."

So the North Wind came along,
And blew him in the door,
And now there nothing left,
But a puddle on the floor!