4th Class Poetry
Springtime
It’s Springtime again.
Tee shirts are worn for the first time again.
Doctor Who and Simpsons’ Specials on t.v..
All my Christmas toys are broken now.
Picnics near the Papal cross.
It’s Springtime again.
Birds tweet in the morning in the quarry lane.
Cats spray our garden to mark new territory.
Playing football near the Park Visitor’s Centre.
Centipedes appear at the St. Patrick’s Day parade.
It’s Springtime again.
My caterpillar comes out of its shell.
My dog takes toys out to the garden to play alone.
Mum forgets to put the clock forward and we’re late.
No more cars buried under snow.
It’s like someone has turned on the light.
Chasing, racing and staying outside.
Pools on a Sunday.
Time to buy new batteries.
Squirrels roam in the fields.
In the Spring.
Limericks
There was a young man from Bombay
He didn’t get very much pay
He packed in his job
He didn’t have a bob
But he went to the beach for the day
There was a poor dog from Clare
Who didn’t have very much hair
He was a bit of a scat
And liked to chase cats
But his cupboard, like his head was quite bare
There was a young man from Bombay
Who burrowed through a stack of old hay
He came out the end
After turning a bend
And let out a shrill cry: “Hurray!”
There was a young man from Bombay
Who wanted to visit Pompeii
When the ash came and fell
He shouted: “Oh Hell!
I’ll have to get out of its way.”
There was a young boy from Bombay
Who went on a Roman holiday
There was ash everywhere
Got a rash in his hair
It’s the last time he’s going away.
There was a young girl from France
Who didn’t know quite how to dance
She ate plenty red meat
And rubbed down her feet
It at least helped her be able to prance
There was a young boy from Bombay
Who slid down a hill on a tray
He went bump on his head
And thought he was dead
But he forgot he was just in a play.
There was a young boy from Bombay
Who just didn’t know where to stay
He went to an agent
Who told him be patient
And now lives in Southern Pompeii
There was a poor dog from Clare
He chased a cat for a dare
He climbed up a tree
Got stung by a bee
And then ran around in despair.