National Poetry Day – Homework

September 28, 2017

Last Thursday was National Poetry Day.

Post your favourite poem and tell everyone why you enjoy this poem.

Make sure you include the title and author for your poem.


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  •    Miss Hulse  |  September 28th, 2017 at 5:47 pm     Reply

    One of my favourite poems is ‘Oh, the places you’ll go’ by Dr Seuss

    •    Joy  |  October 2nd, 2017 at 4:14 pm     Reply

      The poem was really funny

  •    Eleanor  |  September 30th, 2017 at 10:10 am     Reply

    By Steve Turner

    The day I fell down the toilet
    Is the day I’ll never forget,
    One moment I was comfort
    The next I was helpless and wet.

    My feet tipped up to the ceiling
    My body collapsed in the bowl
    In haste I grabbed at the handle
    And found myself flushed down a hole.

    One wave goodbye to the bathroom
    And I was lost in the sewer,
    Traveling tunnels and caverns
    On a raft made out of manure.

    Then came the washing-up water
    With bits of spaghetti and peas,
    The filth from a local factory
    And an undiscovered disease.

    Drifting along in the darkness,
    There was nothing to do but wait.
    What would I say to my mum now?
    What was it that made me so late?

    Suddenly it was all over,
    From the end of a pipe I shot
    Into a part of the ocean
    Where the rubbish was sent to rot.

    Glad to escape from the tunnel
    To leave all pollution behind,
    I found a nice spot on the beach
    Then started to bathe and unwind.

    But bad things began to pursue me
    They stuck to my feet and my hand
    Wreckage was surfing the wave tops
    And oil lay around the sand.

    I figured the sewer was safer
    For no one said sewers were clean,
    I found the pipe that I came from,
    And waded my way back upstream.

    When I got home I was shattered
    I was filthy, ragged and wet,
    Rattling the bathroom door was Dad
    Saying, ‘You off that toilet yet?’

  •    Aoife  |  September 30th, 2017 at 3:16 pm     Reply


    The wind is cold, the spring seems long a-waking;
    The woods are brown and bare;
    Yet this is March: soon April will be making
    All things most sweet and fair.

    See, even now, in hedge and thicket tangled, one brave and cheering sight:
    the leafless branches of the Blackthorn, spangled
    With starry blossoms white!

    •    m.lennon  |  October 1st, 2017 at 11:20 am     Reply

      What a beautiful poem about the first signs of Spring. Why do you like this poem?

    •    Aoife  |  October 5th, 2017 at 7:54 pm     Reply

      I like this poem because the picture in the book looks like me
      And because my birthday is in winter .

  •    Stan  |  October 1st, 2017 at 8:24 am     Reply

    My poem is The Night Mail by W H Auden. Its about a train sending mail at night up to Scotland. I picked this because I like transport especially trains.

    The Night Mail

    This is the Night Mail crossing the border,
    Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
    Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
    The shop at the corner and the girl next door.
    Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:
    The gradient’s against her, but she’s on time.
    Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder
    Shovelling white steam over her shoulder,
    Snorting noisily as she passes
    Silent miles of wind-bent grasses

    •    m.lennon  |  October 1st, 2017 at 11:18 am     Reply

      I really enjoy this poem as well Stan. It has a super rhythm and I remember having to learn parts of it when I was at school.

  •    Archie  |  October 1st, 2017 at 10:30 am     Reply

    My favourite poem is A shy Ghost called Freddy.
    By Jenny Craig

    There once was a shy ghost called Freddy who tried to be brave, bold and steady.
    He wailed and he moaned
    He rattled and groaned
    But he’d rather stay home with teddy

  •    Archie  |  October 1st, 2017 at 10:33 am     Reply

    I like it because it’s FUNNY!!!

  •    Maisie  |  October 1st, 2017 at 11:34 am     Reply

    This poem is about conkers. It is in the Autumn section of an old book of poems for children.

    Horse Chestnuts

    Autumn’s special toys,
    There is something about the newness of them,
    Their gloss, the colour of burnished horses,
    Their richness protected from their fall
    By those thick green cases,
    So that we can harvest them
    Safe in their nests
    Of last year’s debris of leaves,
    To pocket them
    For treasure or for play.
    Though they will never be
    Quite so beautiful again,
    As that first moment
    When we saw them peep pristine
    From their soft-spiked shells.


  •    Phoevos  |  October 1st, 2017 at 12:52 pm     Reply

    My favourite poem is:

    Life Doesn’t Frighten Me
    by Maya Angelou

    Shadows on the wall
    Noises down the hall
    Life doesn’t frighten me at all

    Bad dogs barking loud
    Big ghosts in a cloud
    Life doesn’t frighten me at all

    Mean old Mother Goose
    Lions on the loose
    They don’t frighten me at all

    Dragons breathing flame
    On my counterpane
    That doesn’t frighten me at all.

    I go boo
    Make them shoo
    I make fun
    Way they run
    I won’t cry
    So they fly
    I just smile
    They go wild

    Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

    Tough guys fight
    All alone at night
    Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

    Panthers in the park
    Strangers in the dark
    No, they don’t frighten me at all.

    That new classroom where
    Boys all pull my hair
    (Kissy little girls
    With their hair in curls)
    They don’t frighten me at all.

    Don’t show me frogs and snakes
    And listen for my scream,
    If I’m afraid at all
    It’s only in my dreams.

    I’ve got a magic charm
    That I keep up my sleeve
    I can walk the ocean floor
    And never have to breathe.

    Life doesn’t frighten me at all
    Not at all
    Not at all.

    Life doesn’t frighten me at all

    I liked it because it is FUNNY!!!

  •    Eva  |  October 1st, 2017 at 3:59 pm     Reply
    Michael Rosen- Custard
    I liked this poem because it made me laugh.

  •    James  |  October 1st, 2017 at 7:08 pm     Reply

    On the Ning Nang Nong, Spike Milligan.

    On the Ning Nang Nong
    Where the Cows go Bong!
    and the monkeys all say BOO!
    There’s a Nong Nang Ning
    Where the trees go Ping!
    And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.
    On the Nong Ning Nang
    All the mice go Clang
    And you just can’t catch ’em when they do!
    So its Ning Nang Nong
    Cows go Bong!
    Nong Nang Ning
    Trees go ping
    Nong Ning Nang
    The mice go Clang
    What a noisy place to belong
    is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!

    I like this poem because its funny!

    •    m.lennon  |  October 5th, 2017 at 12:53 pm     Reply

      I love this poem!

  •    Joy  |  October 2nd, 2017 at 4:20 pm     Reply

    Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
    By Jack Prelutsky

    Spaghetti! spaghetti!
    You’re wonderful stuff,
    I love you spaghetti,
    I can’t get enough.
    You’re covered with sauce
    and you’re sprinkled with cheese,
    spaghetti! spaghetti!
    oh, give me some please.

    Spaghetti! spaghetti!
    piled high in a mound,
    you wiggle, you wriggle,
    you squiggle around.
    There’s slurpy spaghetti
    all over my plate,
    spaghetti! spaghetti!
    I think you are great.

    Spaghetti! spaghetti!
    I love you a lot,
    you’re slishy, you’re sloshy,
    delicious and hot.
    I gobble you down
    oh, I can’t get enough,
    spaghetti! spaghetti!
    you’re wonderful stuff.

    •    m.lennon  |  October 5th, 2017 at 12:53 pm     Reply

      Great poem. Why do you like it?

  •    George S  |  October 2nd, 2017 at 7:44 pm     Reply

    Simpkin by Quentin Blake

    Here is Simpkin.
    Simpkin once and Simpkin twice
    Simpkin nasty, Simpkin nice
    Simpkin fast, Simpkin slow,
    Simpkin high and Simpkin low
    Simpkin round and round the chairs
    Simpkin up and down the stairs.
    Simpkin thin and Simpkin fat
    Simpkin this, Simpkin that.
    Simpkin weak, Simpkin strong,
    Simpkin short and Simpkin long.
    Simpkin smooth and Simpkin rough
    Simpkin warn and Simpkin chilly
    Simpkin sensible and silly
    And sometimes when we stand and call

    I like this poem because it is funny and it is full of opposites.

  •    Finn  |  October 2nd, 2017 at 8:40 pm     Reply

    This is “The boy who didn’t like Ice cream” by Rebecca Syx. I like it because I didn’t like ice cream in the past.

    A boy who didn’t like ice cream?
    That seems almost like a crime!
    This is the story of Logan
    And about trying foods more than one time.

    Logan did not enjoy ice cream.
    He thought that it was too cold.
    Too cold on his tongue, too cold on his teeth,
    Too cold right down to his toes.

    No one could believe it.
    “Just try one bite!” they’d say.
    He’d shake his head. “No, thank you,” he’d say.
    “Maybe some other day.”

    At parties, the zoo, at the beach,
    Ice cream was everywhere,
    But as everyone enjoyed the nice cold treat
    Logan preferred gummy bears.

    One time Logan did try ice cream.
    Took a big bite, his eyes squeezed.
    As the ice cream melted in his mouth
    He got a huge brain freeze!

    “Never again!” Logan said!
    “Eating ice cream is no fun!
    I cannot freeze my brain again;
    I’ve got only this one!”

    No one was as upset
    As one man, that is for sure.
    It was Logan’s Pop Pop,
    The great ice cream connoisseur.

    “Please, Logan!” Pop begged.
    “Please try it one more time!
    Just try a small bite,” Pop said.
    “Your brain will be just fine.”

    Logan gulped, his eye squinted tight.
    Pop Pop was NEVER wrong.
    Maybe just one more try won’t really hurt.
    He decided to be strong.

    “Little bites are the trick,”
    Pop Pop winked and said.
    “That way the cold goes to your tummy
    Instead of to your head.”

    So Logan scooped a tiny bite of
    Homemade vanilla cream.
    He squeezed his eyes, stuck out his tongue
    And then let out a scream!

    “I LIKE IT!” Logan yelled,
    And Pop Pop laughed.
    “I knew you would, my boy!”
    They laughed and both enjoyed tummies full of ice cream joy.

    So what did you learn from Logan?
    Remember this little rhyme!
    Trying new things doesn’t hurt!
    And try them more than one time!

  •    morgen  |  October 2nd, 2017 at 9:05 pm     Reply

    The Lost Mermaid
    By Charles Thomson

    A mermaid came out of the plughole
    And said with a frown, ‘Excuse me,
    I think I have made a wrong turning.
    Is this a cave in the sea ?’

    I like it because it’s funny and it’s about a mermaid.

  •    seren  |  October 3rd, 2017 at 5:13 pm     Reply


    The little Christmas tree was born,
    And dwelt in open air:
    It did not guess how bright a dress
    Some days it boughs would wear,
    Brown cones were all , it thought, a tall
    And grown-up Fir would bear.

    Oh little fairy Your forest home it far away:
    And here indoors your these of yours
    With coloured balls are gay,
    With candle light and tinsel bright,
    For this is Christmas Day!
    A dolly-fairy stands on top,
    Till children sleep; hen she (Alive one now!) from bough to bough
    Goes gliding selently.
    O magic sight this joyous
    O lande, sparkling tree!

    •    m.lennon  |  October 5th, 2017 at 12:51 pm     Reply

      What a lovely poem. Why is it your favourite?

  •    Oscar  |  October 3rd, 2017 at 6:30 pm     Reply

    By Nick Sharratt
    I like it because it’s FUNNY

    Vincent was a vampire bat
    The little rascal bit cat.
    The cat woke up the cat mewed ‘OW!’
    It grew some fangs and bit a cow.
    The cow grew fangs as well of course
    It looked around and bit a horse.
    The horse neighed what a thing to do!
    And bit a passing kangaroo.
    The kangaroo grew fangs, then pounced
    And bit a hippo, unannounced
    The hippo let out quite a wail,
    Grew fangs and a bit a monkey’s tail
    The monkey squealed, ‘That isn’t nice!’
    And bit an ostrich, bit it twice.
    The ostrich shrieked, ‘I want my mum!’
    And bit a panda on the bum.
    The panda jumped and squealed, ‘Why me?’
    It grew some fangs and bit a tree.
    And yes, the tree grew fangs as well.
    It bit a snail right on the shell.
    The snail slide off, it muttered, ‘Drat!’
    It grew some fangs and bit a hat.
    The hat was cross, the hat yelled, ‘Oi!’
    It grew some fangs and bit a boy.
    The boy just shrugged. He said, ‘Tut tut,’
    And bit into his jam doughnut.
    Jam spurted out, it landed – splat!
    On top of Vincent vampire bat.
    Sticky Vincent looked a sight,
    And some might say it served him right!

    Oscar wrote up half of the poem from his book (no copy/paste!), Daddy did the rest as it was a very long poem!

    •    m.lennon  |  October 5th, 2017 at 12:51 pm     Reply

      Well done Oscar. Super typing!
      You can have 5 house points for such a great job.

  •    Yahia  |  October 3rd, 2017 at 8:57 pm     Reply

    My faverote is Its fun to have fun-Dr Sues.

  •    Zoe 3a  |  October 17th, 2017 at 8:58 pm     Reply

    I made this one up it’s called Pie

    Once I saw a fox and it’s friend was an ox .
    It saw bird eating a pie.

    Sorry it was short.

  •    bobby6b  |  October 19th, 2017 at 2:14 pm     Reply


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