Jeremy's Wee Poems - Hello Poetry

Jan 2011

Timothy Mooney

Hush now Baby, don't you cry.
Momma's gonna sing you a lullaby.
Daddy's gonna stay up all through the night
To keep those Creepies from creepin' in.

Easy Darlin', rest your head.
We'll check the closet, and under the bed.
The front door's bein' guarded by our old hound dog Jed
To keep the Creepies from creepin' in.

(When I was small I wasn't too tall at all,
In fact I was a tadpole like you...
My Dad and Mom stayed up all night long
To keep the Creepies from creepin' into my room)

So hush now Baby, close your eyes.
Mommy's gonna' sing you some sweet by-and-bys.
And I'll be right here, next to your side
To keep the Creepies from creepin' in.

Jan 2011

Timothy Mooney

Ten Little Fingers

I've got fingers, ten little fingers-
Five there on each hand-
And these fingers, ten little fingers,
Are my marching band.

They can plonk pianos
They can play a slide trombone
(They can play some nasty tricks
If left all on their own!)

They can twang a banjo
Pluck a guitar, play a flute
They can thrum a big bass drum
(Or wave a rude salute!)

I've got fingers, ten little fingers-
Plus I've got ten toes-
(Five of them can kick you
While my fingers pick my nose!)

Jan 2011

Timothy Mooney

True Gravity (at age 6)

I can't find my pockets
There
Is change
Maybe
A quarter or a nickle
Or a dime
For gum
My bike waits
Leaning
Outside with the old Gum
Of others who lost
Teeth
Or pockets
While my teeth
Smile
At the old guy
Waiting
For my money
Left in lost pockets
As my bike topples!

Jan 2011

Timothy Mooney

The Scornful Cat

Cats is funny
On the floor
Too darned quiet
They don't snore
Silent even
When they yawn
Bite and scratch
When stepped upon.

Dogs is better
When they *****
Wake 'em up
And they so happy
They ain't jealous
While you're at
The molling of
The Scornful Cat.

Jan 2011

Timothy Mooney

They Stomped On the Queen!

He was all of fourteen when they stomped on the Queen
(Such ungainly, undignified bounces)
And he sat, wide of eye, while up there in the sky
Those two men juggled pounds weighing ounces!

He dreamed that night of their glorious flight
(Of the WHOOSH! and the ROAR! of those rockets!)
And laughed when he learned that they later returned
With nothing but rocks in their pockets!

Jan 2011

Judy Ponceby

Purrrrrrr

Velvety soft,
Wickedly playful,
Padding softly,
across my heart.

Dark as soot,
Eyes flaming yellow,
Slashing tail,
across my heart.

Purring deeply,
Racing wildly,
Joyfully pouncing,
on my heart.

Sleeping contentedly,
Stretching lazily,
Ignoring advances,
from my heart.

Slinking,
Lurking,
Jumping,
Climbing,
Crouching,
Stalking.

^. .^ ..............prrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

Jan 2011

jeremy wyatt

Vincent The Fat Happy Cat!

A happy cat was on my lap.
All ginger, fat and having a nap.
He shared my cake,
all pretty, iced pink.
I bet it makes his poo poo stink.
He had enough of squashing me,
(he weighs a stone and a half you see)
jumped down, and checked his empty dish,
gave his ginger tail a swish.
Then he went off for another snooze,
dreaming of all the food he'd choose.

Jan 2011

jeremy wyatt

Monster in My Cupboard

There's a monster in my cupboard,
peeking out the gap,
I think I hear him breathing,
I think I hear him tap.
Bet he will come creeping out,
if I try to have a nap!
So I will have to trick him,
and make him scared instead.
I'll just let out the monster
that I keep beneath my bed!

Jan 2011

jeremy wyatt

Pebble on My Table

There's a pebble on my table,
it's rocking too and fro.
I think there is something inside it,
I'd really like to know!
Is it a monkey, a deer or a dog?
Or is it a crocodile, big as a log?
Whenever it moves I have to shout.
"Stop that rocking, please come out!"
Wow, now it's cracking, I almost can see it,
I'll get a wee stick and try to help free it!
Shh here it comes, aww isn't it sweet,
a wee baby rabbit, all snuggled asleep.

Jan 2011

Judy Ponceby

Crates N Skates

Hippos in crates
On rollerskates
Crashing through
the rickety gates.

Crashing and bashing.
Oooooooooooh, how Smashing!
Rolling about
Their teeth a-flashing!

Running amuck!
Watch out for the duck.
Open the doors!
Back up the truck!

Zipping up the ramp
Like any old champ.
There they go!
Don't forget the stamp.

Crates in the mail!
Delivered without fail.
Those Hippos on skates
Lurching down the trail.

For Charming, Fun and Fanciful.

Jan 2011

Judy Ponceby

Summer Fun

Hip hop, gonna stop
on the bright blue square.
Run, jump, fall like a lump.
on the green ground bare.

Laugh and dash, and water splash
in the sunshine sparkle.
Smile and giggle, toes they wiggle
in the black mud darkle.

Playing silly, warm and chilly
dusk is setting in.
Wandering home, all alone,
in the tub again.

Splish, splash, clean in a flash
jammies on real quick.
Bedtime story, oh the glory,
on a dreamland kick.

Jan 2011

jeremy wyatt

Adults are Poo

Adults are poo,
"Get to bed!"
Teachers are too,
"Is that book not read?"
Pizza is nice,
and chips ,
and mice!
And telling
that "I didn't do....."
But best of all,
My favourite call.
From Mum to us all,
"Dinner's ready!"
some adults aren't poo.....

Jan 2011

jeremy wyatt

Three Naughty Rabbits

Under the Grass beneath the snow,
is a place where the naughty rabbits go.
To sleep and dream of summer fun,
surprising the sheep and making them run.

So please be quiet when you pass,
the three wee rabbits under the grass.
They need to dream in their beauty sleep,
of sun and flowers and chasing sheep!

These wee rabbits live in Susi's story!