Favourite+Poems


 * Favourite Poems **

Jess Thompson and Susannah Moore for "The Dragon of Weshly"!
__ The Dragon of Weshly __

The dragon of Weshly came out at night, He lived in a cave at the top of Mount Trite, His roar could be heard from miles away The people of Weshly were scared the next day.

His fiery breath burnt down the town, But the people of Weshly would never back down, As time went by they started to worry, Would the dragon of Weshly come back in a hurry?

“He’s scary!” said Tommy, a five year old boy “I want him dead!” yelled his grandmother Joy The people of Weshly gathered around, They planned to confront him and shoot him down.

As the soon to be heroes left their families behind, They jumped on their horses in a frame of mind, They started their journey feeling alright, Finally stopping on the top of Mount Trite.

They entered the cave, fiery eyed, As the dragon blew flames some of them died, The remaining heroes went on through the night, Attacking the beast until the daylight.

After a fierce and everlasting fight, The dragon was dead! The town cheered with delight. They went to their homes feeling safe and fine Yet waiting in the cave was a new dragon in line



Madi's Favourite Sad Poem

 * __Heaven[[image:07eng1poetrywiki/angel_teddy.gif]] __**

Does heaven have a phone number? Mommy went to heaven, but I need her here today. My tummy hurts and I fell down; I need her right away.

Operator, can you tell me how to find her in this book? Is heaven in the yellow part? I don't know where to look.

I think my daddy needs her too, at night I hear him cry. I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don't know why.

Maybe if I call her, she will hurry home to me. <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Is heaven very far away? <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Is it across the sea?

<span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">She's been gone a long, long time- <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">she needs to come home now! <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I really need to reach her. <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I simply don't know how.

<span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Help me find the number, please. <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Is it listed under "heaven"? <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I can't read these big, big words; <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I am only seven.

<span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I'm sorry, operator, <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I didn't mean to make you cry. <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Is your tummy hurting too-- <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">or is there something in your eye?

<span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">If I call my church <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">maybe they will know. <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Mommy said when we need help <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">that's where we should go.

<span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I found the number to my church <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">tacked up on the wall. <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Thank you, operator <span style="color: #ff3366; font-family: 'High Tower Text','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I'll give them a call.

Chloe's Favourite Sad Poem
__Perfect Even In Death__ __by Lil' Red__

No one remembers, I cannot say why Only thing I keep thinking Is that nobody tried

You were mine, only mine No one knew you like me I don't know why He couldn't Just let you be

We shared so much In our short time together, And the time that we shared Has made memories forever

So much I learned, So much I lost - Everything turned, toppled And tossed

Butterfly flutters, then turns And kicks. . . Then, that sad day. . . Was my mind playing tricks?

No cry, no movement, not even a Breath. . . As you lay on my tummy - Perfect even in death

When I think of you now At the age you would be, A beautiful "big boy" Is the child I see

My son you were, My son you'll always be And One - That is us; You and Me

Miranda's Favourite Sad Poem
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good. W.H Auden

Chloe's Favourite Humerous Poem
**// __A Crime Scene__ //**

__by Albert Van Hoogmoed__

<span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**found in a bathtub, partially filled.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**A pair of policemen went into the house** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**and questioned the poor woman's spouse.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**He'd just come home from working all night** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**and found her like that, a terrible sight.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**The younger policeman looked on with dismay.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**He'd never forget that terrible day.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**He saw the young woman from behind the door** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**and empty milk cartons all over the floor,** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**Scattered strawberries, slices of fruit,** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**and spoonfuls of sugar and honey to boot.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**Who could have done this terrible thing?** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**His voice had a horrified, pitiful ring.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**Just look at the clues, replied Sargeant Miller.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**It looks like the work of a cereal killer.** ||  ||
 * || <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**There's been a murder, a woman was killed,**

By Ogden Nash


Belinda lived in a little white house, With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse, And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon, And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink, And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink, And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard, But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.

Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth, And spikes on top of him and scales underneath, Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose, And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.

Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears, And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs, Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage, But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful, Ink,Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival, They all sat laughing in the little red wagon At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.

Belinda giggled till she shook the house, And Blink said Week!, which is giggling for a mouse, Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age, When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound, And Mustard growled, and they all looked around. Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda, For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.

Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right, And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright, His beard was black, one leg was wood; It was clear that the pirate meant no good.

Belinda paled, and she cried, Help! Help! But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp, Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household, And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.

But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine, Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon, With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.

The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon, And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon, He fired two bullets but they didn't hit, And Custard gobbled him, every bit. Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,

No one mourned for his pirate victim Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.

Belinda still lives in her little white house, With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse, And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon, And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears, And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs, Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage, But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: -40px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: -25px; width: 1px;"> <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 1;">**A Crime Scene** by Albert Van Hoogmoed <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**found in a bathtub, partially filled.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**A pair of policemen went into the house** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**and questioned the poor woman's spouse.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**He'd just come home from working all night** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**and found her like that, a terrible sight.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**The younger policeman looked on with dismay.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**He'd never forget that terrible day.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**He saw the young woman from behind the door** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**and empty milk cartons all over the floor,** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**Scattered strawberries, slices of fruit,** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**and spoonfuls of sugar and honey to boot.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**Who could have done this terrible thing?** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**His voice had a horrified, pitiful ring.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**Just look at the clues, replied Sargeant Miller.** <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**It looks like the work of a cereal killer.** ||  ||
 * || <span style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;">**There's been a murder, a woman was killed,**