in days of old the poets told there poems with in a book
for all the world to see so they could take a look
they would tell of beauty and tigers burning bright
and of lots of beasties roaming through the night
they would tell of daffodils sat upon a hill
hosting close together sitting very still
there poems they are rememered and with us till this day
the poets from the past will never go away
they will stay forever till the end of time
the poets from the past who gave us there rhyme.

lowry painted pictures in his salford town
with his matchstick people. he would jot them down
chimneys from the factories smoking all around
he put them in his pictures set as a backgroud
he just loved to paint on canvas everyday
lowry he was different with his special way
his pictures they remain and now there here to stay
this painter man from salford with his matchstick way

when you get board just write a rhyme
something to do to pass the time
make it happy and make it bright
somethimg funny something light
write it down and you will find
all sorts of things within your mind
it can be what you want it too
what you write its up to you
just sit back and  let it go
then time as gone before you know.

santa came one christmas night
down a chimney far to tight
he got stuck with his great big sack
halfway down with no way back
he was jammed good and tight
on this snowy christmas night
santa was in such distress
black as soot and such a mess
the firemen came and set him free
then he put the presents beneath the tree
then of he went again once more
next time he came he used the door.

i went out in the pouring rain
forgot my brolley once again
the rain was splashing in my face
getting faster gathering pace
i put my hands upon my head
but down my sleeves it went instead
then i stood beneath a tree
but the rain still dripped on me
so i walked home so very wet
because of the brolley i did forget

as i was walking home one night
i saw two eyes shining bright
in the tree  i saw a cat
on a branch he was sat
he sat there and looked at me
his were shining from the tree
it was dark but his eyes were bright
shining through into the night
he was only small in size
reflecting  light from his eyes
i wont forget that little cat
or the tree where he was sat

there was a little pony he just loved to laze
roaming round the field  he just loved to graze
one day when he  was chewing on the grass so high
in between the grass he heard a little cry
there he saw a mouse the poor chap was stuck
he had trapped his leg somewhere in the muck
dont worry said the pony i know the thing to do
i will dig the soil away and free your leg for you
the pony  dug away till the mouse free
digging  very fast as quickly as can be
now the mouse was free and he said goodbye
the pony watched him walk away in the grass so high.