Bath time Bubble Fun
Once I’m in my bubble bath I like to stir up more. Half the suds go in my eyes And half go on the floor.
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Once I’m in my bubble bath I like to stir up more. Half the suds go in my eyes And half go on the floor.
As I lay upon the grass. Gazing at the sky. I conjure mental images. In clouds that float on by. There's one that is big and fat. It looks just like a whale. And this one's like a little pig.
I really do astonish myself when I think about my thought train when dreaming.
The cat raises his paw. I can see the yearning in its emerald green eyes. But my biscuit is rubber. It is a fake artificial lump of rubber. He will choke to death if he feast on it.
All happy and merry and bright was he,. That big old man with his bumblebee,. He went to the beach to see the sea,. The man and the bumblebee. They laughed and played and had so much fun,.
Looking down the platform whilst getting on my train, I could see a group of children all wearing what looked like black capes, also boarding.
My souls been set on fire, giving me my burning hearts desire, Fulfilled fantasy must be a dream, oh stop now so incredibly keen, Give me what I'm asking for, my body's thirst is craving for more.
(This is my very first poem; I have never written poetry before, not even when I was at school.
Far far away across the galaxy, An astronaut drove a yellow rocket taxi. An alien waved him to stop, Got into the taxi with a hop. "Where are you off to, my friend?" The astronaut smiled.
Windy day, so without a word. I leapt and flew just like a bird. Over rooftops, fields and hills. An ultimately joyous thrill. Bank to left and then to right. Up on high, fantastic flight.
Someone on the train just got a call on their mobile...
Mummy, called young Emelie-May from her bedroom. Yes sweetie pie mum replied from the kitchen. I'm ill answered Emelie. Oh no, does that mean no school. Questioned mum.
When I'm day dreaming, I imagine my body is sort of a country, and all the body parts are like this: Brain: Capital city.
A very large, cantankerous invisible monster came into my tv room and just heaved himself onto the sofa with a grump.
Wondering in the dark, It has come to my attention Why and how so many things We elude to mention. For example, why does ice Melt to water and not gas.
Passing by a small patch of grass, I noticed someone had scattered carrots.
If you'd be so kind. I'd like to read your mind. Are you maybe just like me. Seeking out some poetry. To read, and then go on to be. Waxing philosophically. I'd like to be beside.
Once, I laughed my socks off, And they ran off down the street, I caught them, but they wouldn't let me, Put them on my feet, They danced around behind me, As I made my way back home, They jumped...
I wonder what would happen if the sky were painted green Would it be the finest spectacle you'd ever seen I wonder if a dog walked backwards waggling its head Would it ever find its way into its cosy...
In my mind's eye I can see. Creatures of any variety. Bats with glasses ants on stilts. A cow whose emissions make flowers wilt. A cat with antlers a dog with wings. A snake that in the morning sings.
People say you can do ANYTHING if you beleive.
If you gained entrance to my mind I'm pretty sure that you would find All manner of fantastic things Bumbledogs with fold out wings A list of all of England's kings Songs to make your spirit sing And...
What If the sky was green and the grass was blue. What if people lived under water and fish lived on land. What if we made a gigantic paper plane and flew in it.
I want to build a treehouse A place where I can read, I could laugh and smile, And feed the birds a seed. I want to have a treehouse High up in the tree, So I can climb up and hide, From my enemy.