Teachers Stew
My sisters daughter has to write a poem called 'teachers stew' for school, so I said I'd help, this is our joint poem.
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My sisters daughter has to write a poem called 'teachers stew' for school, so I said I'd help, this is our joint poem.
I wanna be a dinosaur, And wear a blue bow tie, You could call me terry To which I would reply, I wanna be a dinosaur So I can go explore Ask me any question, My answers always- RAWR.
'Mommy, how are babies made...?' 'It's time we set this rumour laid... Well my dear, it starts with dreams, A mommy wants one, so it seems.
There was a little penguin Whose dream was to fly All the other birds do it Tell me, why can't I.
I’m fairly sure Though I can’t be certain There’s a Ticklety beast Behind my curtain. There’s little noise, just a swish of his tail Which is long and orange, and covered in scales.
I want to be like Tigger, Cause Tigger's a wonderful thing, I want to be the only one with a tail made out of spring.
I want to be like Dumbo, The cutest elephant around, I want to have big floppy ears To lift me off the ground.
My mom makes disgusting spaghetti with horseradish sauce and sardines. She tops it with pickles and mustard, bananas and barbecued beans. She serves it for supper on Sunday.
Please Mrs Butler This boy Derek Drew Keeps copying my work, Miss. What shall I do. Go and sit in the hall, dear. Go and sit in the sink. Take your books on the roof, my lamb. Do whatever you think.
Please Mrs Butler Please Mrs Butler This boy Derek Drew Keeps copying my work, Miss. What shall I do. Go and sit in the hall, dear. Go and sit in the sink. Take your books on the roof, my lamb.
For Mr @Jamtots (phew, pressure is off:) This fellow's always wondering, when things will come to pass, he always wants things here and now, and is not afraid to ask.
Daddy Daddy, can I have some money.
This is my happy happy song. Where nothing can go wrong. Come on and sing with me. Happy as a bumble bee. The sun is out. Happiness is all about. Sing, jump and shout. The happy song about.
Wakey Wakey Rise and shine Wear your brightest And bestest smile. No time for grumpies From the wrong side of bed In Opussia there's lots of Joy to be had.
My top 3 childhood poems (I can still remember them off by heart) 1) A BUSY DAY Pop in Pop out Pop over the road Pop out for a walk Pop down to the shop Can't stop Got to pop Got to pop. Pop where.
Tiny little Becky Tate, Swinging on a Garden gate, Daisy chains, Curly hair, Giggle-ing Without a care; Swinging forwards, Swinging back...
A tiny little mouse, Crawled across the floor, But it had to stop to think, As it reached the giant door. A stupid little mouse, Tried to find a way, To pass the door to go And find some place to...
Skip, skip, skip-ity bee, Up, and up, around the tree, "look, look, look at me.
The Moonbow Have you ever seen a Moonbow, Shining up in the sky. if you’ve never seen a Moonbow, I’ll have to ask you why.
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 like this poem.