1. The Helecopter.
2. There Is No Such Thing As Fairies.
3. A Silly Poem.
4. Home From Gnome.
5. The Bee.
6. Two Dolphins
7. Animal Crackers
8. King Diblock And The Devil.
9. Many Kinds Of Fairies.
10.My Silly Dream.
11.The legend Of The Grizzly Grop.
12. The Fairy Of The Willow.
I saw an object in the sky
That looked quite like a dragonfly
But then I took a second glance
And realised just by chance
That the thing I saw was a whirlybird
With noisy engines that could be heard
With rotor blades that stut stut stuttered
Instead of wings that flut flut fluttered
It wasn’t that translucent blue
But a horrid dullish greyish hue
The noise it made was quite horrific
Though to fly up there would be terrific
So perhaps when I grow up I can
Be just like that pilot man
With rotor blades that stut stut stutter
Instead of wings that flut flut flutter
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“There are no such thing as fairies”
My bossy sister said.
“the only place that they exist
is inside your silly head”
Say what you like,” was my reply
“I really do not care
I know what I believe
because I saw her there!”
~~~
I saw her lightly dancing
across a silken thread
with lovely gossamer wings
and daisies around her head.
~~~
“Believe whatever you like then”
came my sister’s haughty voice.
“If... you want to believe in fairies
that’s your stupid choice!
but all you saw, was a butterfly
trapped in a spiders web,
likely when she returns
she’ll kill your fairy... DEAD!!”
~~~
I ran back to the garden
to see what I could see...
there.. sat my sweet fairy
peeping back at me.
She sat inside a foxglove
sipping on a drink
as I watched, I do declare
she gave a saucy wink!
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There is a daddy long legs
Who lives inside my house
No one could ever say
He was as quiet as a mouse
~~~
On each one of his skinny feet
He wears tiny clogs
So, every time he takes a walk
He terrifies my dogs!
~~~
Often at night I try
To rid myself of him
I chuck him out the window
But, he noisily stomps back in.
~~~
Nothing ever touches him
Even insecticide
The last time I sprayed
My poor old budgie died!
~~~
So, now I have resigned myself
To accommodate this pest
I’ve had to make him promise though
To give us all a rest.
~~~
To take those silly clogs off
Wear slippers if he must
Not to terrify my dogs
Or I’ll squash him in the dust!!
~~~
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“Hello,” said a little voice
Unexpectedly.
Then before I had a choice
He made a grab at me.
~~
He wound his little arms
Just below my shins
He had all the charms
Of old banana skins
~~
He had a sickly grin
And a long pointed nose
A scruffy bearded chin
That reached right to his toes.
~~
Big pointy ears
All tufted at the ends
An aroma that I fear
Could easily offend.
~~
“Please.. Let me stay” he cried.
“I’m just a little gnome!
I’ve nowhere else to bide
I’ve been kicked out of my home”
~~
“That lady down the street
Caught me fishing in her pond,
I made an apology so sweet..
But she refused to respond”
~~
“I got fed up eating goosegogs sport!
They are always sour and sharp
So I just had the silly thought
To try a golden carp”
~~
“Do you think you could love me?
Please … let me stay…
I promise I won’t eat fish for tea
Or scare your kids away…”
~~
He looked so sad and lonely
He melted my poor heart
“OK then” I said, “but see!
Just take a bath to start”
~~
He skipped around the yard with glee
“You bet! I’ll get so clean
I promise that your garden, will be
The best, that’s ever been”
~~
So that is why my garden stays
Looking good all year around
Because it really pays
To home, the cutest gnome in town!
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L00K… What is this?
What do I see
Is it a fly?
No… it’s a bee
Yellow and black
All covered in fuzz
Buzzing all over
The house with a buzz
Z
Z
Z
Z
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Coddle Pop and Silk Fin
loved to swim together
they sliced through the ocean
in all kinds of weather
***
If the sun was shining
On their backs they would float
chuckling at the humans
watching from the boat
***
They would leap from the water
turning somersaults
diving down beneath the sea
without a single fault.
***
Sometimes when the day was grey
They would swim below the waves
Playing games of hide and seek
In the underwater caves.
***
One day poor Coddle Pop
got caught up in a net
hauled up among the humans
Coddle Pop soon began to fret.
***
He called out to Silk Fin
“ please come and rescue me
they’ve put me in a tiny tank
I need you to set me free”
***
All day faithful Silk Fin
followed the humans boat
knowing that a rescue
was becoming quite remote
***
At last they reached the harbour
where they secured their tiny craft
Silk Fin watched from a distance
As Coddle Pop was lifted aft
***
They had him in a basket
at the end of a giant arm
Silk Fin heard Coddle Pop
crying out in great alarm.
***
She gathered all her courage
took a massive flying leap
knocking over the basket
Coddle Pop plopped into the deep.
***
Silk Finn kissed Coddle Pop
a big smacker.. wham!
Then out into the ocean
The two happy Dolphins swam.
***
Turning, after a mile or so
What do you suppose they saw?
all those stupid humans
Gawping from the shore!
***
Coddle Pop and Silk Fin
Couldn’t help but smile
and decided to honeymoon
By a south Pacific Isle.
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I really think that the Gnu
Is out of place inside a zoo
Upon green grass he likes to feast
This noble bod the Wildebeest
I also think that the Gnu
Prefers his proper name, don’t you?
Oh noble bod, oh Wildebeest
Stay on your grassland, graze in peace.
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I am inclined to think…say… twice
When asked, if I am fond of mice
But then again, I much prefer
To feel their soft and fluffy fur
So…yes…I say, I like mice
If compared to a head of lice!
~~~~~
I hate fish especially cod
I ‘m not Inuit so, thank God
~~~~
Don’t wish to moan
Grimace or groan
To choke I’m prone
On Chicken bone
~~~~
I always think that the Polar Bear
Should never ever stand and stare
Because he looks so innocent
And nothing menacing seems meant
But, my friend, if you get too close
You’re likely to fall comatose
~~~~
The Elephant is big and grey
With ears that flap and get in his way
His memory is long I’ve heard
He’s clever though he looks absurd
With nose that reaches to the ground
He could be kin to the blood hound
Each have ears that flop all about
Both look soppy, and both are stout.
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Down in the snogglegrass
the great Diblock stays,
Underneath the smelly cooch
his pet Mantis prays.
Diblock is the King
of the great Realm Beneath,
He rules with an iron claw
and twenty golden teeth.
One week ago last Saturday
his subjects did rebel,
For Diblock had opened
the giant door to Hell.
A thousand old green goblins
came pouring forth,
Screeching and yelling
and heading for the north.
King Diblock's tiny creatures
tried to stem the flow,
But Diblock quickly ordered them,
to let the goblins go.
“Let them go a pillaging,
up there beyond the hill
For now they’ve disappeared,
the Devil we can Kill.”
Diblock with his creatures,
approached the Devil’s door,
Descending far deeper
than they ever had before.
The air it was sulfurous
with an awful rotten stink,
turning Diblock and his creatures
a pretty shade of pink.
At last they reached the region
that was the Devil’s lair,
But found it quite impossible
to meet his fiery stare.
Suddenly poor Diblock,
had a dreadful premonition,
knowing that without a doubt,
he had failed upon his mission.
Diblock turned around
seeing the Devil at a glance
There upon his evil face
a demon seemed to dance.
“Look back good king Diblock,
look back upon the stair
are you not surprised to find
my goblins waiting there?”
The Devil and his goblins
laughed for all they were worth,
as Diblock, and his creatures,
were trapped below the Earth.
So, if you should go walking
down among the snogglegrass,
or should you ever see
Mantis praying as you pass;
If you feel a strange sensation
underfoot like a scrape
You’ll know it’s King Diblock,
trying to escape.
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There are all kinds of fairies
who do many a different task,
they do them quite freely
you never have to ask.
They know when they are needed
they never hesitate,
they always turn up on time,
you never have to wait.
The one I like best of all,
is one who comes on a special night,
for while I am sleeping
the Christmas tree she’ll light.
The other one who pleases me,
is the one who collects old teeth
she’ll take them from under your pillow
leaving a silver coin beneath.
But the most important fairy,
the chiefest one of all
is the one who sprinkles stardust
in your eyes when she calls,
just before you fall asleep,
to dream of lovely things
your Mummy, your Daddy
and all the treasure that life can brings.
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Last night I had a silly dream
It really was quite queer
I dreamed I saw an elephant
Wipe away a tear.
He sat upon my bedroom rug
And cried and cried and cried
Oh! come on little effelump
Whatever’s wrong ? I sighed.
He fixed me with a baleful stare
It’s your fault, he said... it seems
One moment I’m grazing with my mum
The next I’m in your dreams!
Please, send me back at once! he cried
Elephants are not supposed to be
In a stranger’s bedroom...
It’s beneath our dignity!
Oh shush little effelump
Please don’t think me mean
I didn’t think you’d come back here
I thought you’d stay in my dream.
I’ll tell you what, he said
You go back to sleep
Dream me back to Africa
Then, no more tears shall I weep.
I snuggled down inside my quilt
Squeezed my eyes shut tight
But I couldn’t get back to Africa
Though I tried with all my might
Then I heard a funny sound
Just like a lion roaring.
I lifted up my head and saw
It was effelump snoring!
Well I’m blessed! he’d gone to sleep,
Then before I knew it
There we were in Africa
However did he do it?
I looked around and saw his mum
His Dad and his best friend
I got such a dreadful shock
I woke up in bed! The End!!
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The Grizzly Grop of Grunion Hall grew grim,
For the sweetly smelling springtime air was bothering him;
He sensed it was time for him to take a mate,
But leaving Grunion Hall, was almost too scary to contemplate.
He’d heard of the awesome beauty of Hairy Harriet Hotontot
Who lived beyond the mountain they called the Snowy Stopalot.
He knew if he didn’t take courage soon, it would be too late,
For Hairy Harriet grew horrible when the moon was waxing great.
Taking all his courage in his cadaverous yellowing hands,
Set forth beyond the bounds of his own tenebrous lands.
He strode across the desolate wastes of the Snowy Stopalot,
But suspected there was something important that he’d forgot.
Then, as the voices of the nebulous night began to call,
Suddenly he knew why he should have stayed at Grunion Hall,
He remembered the harrowing tales told of Harriet Hotontot,
How, once mated and sated, her mates would grace her blackest cooking pot.
He turned in fear and ran and ran like the saddest ,maddest loon
And howled his fevered anger at the great waxing moon,
Then, when at last he reached the sanctuary of Grunion Hall,
Great gushing tears of loneliness, like raindrops, began to fall.
He cried and cried and cried, until he could cry no more,
While all around a lake of salty tears lapped over his polished floor.
So sad and ponderous was Grizzly’s pitiful lonely plight,
That the poor old Grop, feeling crushed, gave up his fruitless fight.
He knew he had left it far too long, to find himself a worthy mate,
So, in the lake of his own salty tears must drown and seal his wretched fate,
He closed his eyes, took the plunge and into the teary lake did lunge.
Now Grunion Hall stands alone and hauntingly haunted,
by a Grizzly Grop,
Who, by a dangerous love,
was dauntingly daunted.
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There is a fairy of the Willow
With gilded gossamer wings,
Reclining by her lakeside
Weeping as she sings.
Her dress is like the softest silk
A kind of iridescent green,
As she flies from here to there
It shimmers with a luminescent sheen.
She weeps and sings a sad song
That tells of a love unrequited,
The object of her desire
Is a mortal man.
Uninvited
He stole into her heart
While he sat by her lake.
He did not sense her presence
As she watched him with an ache.
She yearned for him to notice her
Sweet thing, she did not realise
That fairies were invisible
To mere mortal eyes.
Seductively she danced
And flew into the air,
Wings sparkling in the sunlight
Yet, he was totally unaware.
Emboldened, she touched him,
Her hands caressed his face;
She wept upon his shoulder
When he ignored her soft embrace.
Then all at once a smile
Appeared upon his lips,
Folding his arms around her
She felt his finger tips.
She sighed, in ecstasy
All her dreams came true;
She hadn’t realised
It was what humans do
When the sun was shining
And they were feeling fine,
To fold their arms across their chest
And smile a smile sublime.
Suddenly he let her go
And jumping to his feet,
He waved a hand in the air
Running around the lake to greet,
A lovely girl with golden hair
A mortal one and so,
He took her gently in his arms
As if he would never let her go.
The fairy of the Willow
Cried out her desolation,
Dewdrop tears upon her cheeks
Betrayed her isolation.
Upon the grassy bank she lay,
Using her arms as a pillow,
Weeping her unhappiness
She is known as Weeping Willow.
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