Michael Jones
THE LOST DOG
I WAS GOING TO THE PARK
IT WAS QUITE DARK
I WAS ON MY BIKE
THE ONE THAT I LIKE
MY MOM CAME WITH ME
AND SHE HAD A KEY
SHE WAS HOLDING THE LEAD
WITH THE DOG ON THE END OF IT
WE GOT TO THE PARK
AND I LET THE DOG OFF
SHE WENT SO FAST
I COULD NOT KEEP UP
ME AND MY FRIEND ADAM WENT ALL ROUND
BUT COULD NOT SEE LUCKY
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
THERE WAS 'LUCKY' IN THE NIGHT LIGHT.
At Christmas Time
It is fun at Christmas time
It was when Mary had a son
He was named Jesus
He was born in a barn
There was a farm there
At Christmas time we get lots of presents
We celebrate because of Jesus’ birth
He got some presents and one of them was mirth
Once again it is Christmas time again
God sent a star which lit the sky.
Dads
Dads are funny
Dads are smelly
Dads are loud
Dads have big bellies
But my dad is the best
Dads are strong
Dads can hurt
Dads are annoying
Dads can be bullies
But my dad is the best
Lend us a tenner
Moms
Moms are great
Mums are funny
Moms can shout
Moms are loving
My mom is caring
Moms can cry
Moms look after you
Moms help you
Moms share
My mom is the best
Get us a present
TOUNGE TWISTERS
Once a fellow met a fellow in a field of beans
said a fellow to a fellow can a fellow tell a fellow
what a fellow means.
Sally split the sheet and the sheet split sally.
She said should she show her shoulder to a
soldier.
I watched a carwash wash a car I wish I could wash a car like a carwash washes a car.
WHERE IS SHE?
Perhaps she’s at the shop
Knock knock
Perhaps she’s in bed
Knock again
It's strange, she’s normally up early
Knock again, try again
There was water in my eyes
The colour drained out of me
I saw in my head I was in black.
I looked around
And there was my nan's coffin.
I was hearing drowsy music and everyone
Was crying.
3 big blows
From the policeman’s boot.
The door smashed open
"Wait there Michael"
As though she knew
My mum sprung up the stairs
"oh my god mum"
That's it I thought she was gone.
My breath went - darkness like my life had ended.
And then I saw her sitting on the bed.
Not dead, just woken up.
Dictating to a Computer
[A Poem By Edward, Jason, Adam, Paul and Michael]
Technology is great...
Now you can tell your computer a story...
I told it this...
Ants a pony tame
Air was a pants-on hints
Widow boot tipple oars cord silver
Andy olive dapply heather rafter
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