Robbie Yates's Blog, page 8

Zucchini

I never eat zucchini so you’ll think I’m very weird,

But last time that I ate one it was just as I had feared!

I ate that darn zucchini and the seeds began to sprout;

I gasped and from my mouth a big zucchini plant grew out!

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Nuts

I love nuts.

Crushed and sprinkled on my salad and my meat.

I love nuts.

There is nothing quite as fun and nice to eat.

I love nuts.

In a spread and in my cereal as well

I love nuts.

On my pizza and on pasta it’s just swell.

I love nuts.

And I munch them for a tasty midnight snack.

I love nuts.

From a jar or from a bag or from a sack.

I love nuts.

Macadamias and hazelnuts as well;

I love nuts.

Those pistachios you pry out of a shell.

I am nuts.

All I think about’s the nuts I’m gonna eat.

I am nuts.

I don’t care if they are salted, plain or sweet.

I am nuts.

And the doctor says I’m going to get sick;

I said I’d give them up.

So I’d better eat ‘em quick.

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Riding

I rode my bike.

The tyre popped.

I fell in mud.

My riding stopped.

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Finish This Poem – “Bats”

I have quite a fondness for bats.

They’re furry and cute, I must say.

They live in the darkness like cats,

And hang upside-down in the day.

They’re mammals but somehow they fly;

Their sonar is clever and rare.

They silently fill up the sky,

…

(Can you finish this poem?)

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The Magic Key

I fumbled in my pocket

And found a magic key.

I held it in my fingers

And then I grinned with glee.

With just this bit of metal

I’d open every door;

I could now open bank vaults

And treasure chests and more.

I went to scare my sister

My key unlocked her room.

And when she came in later

I jumped out, shouting “Boom!”

I opened up the pantry

Where Dad stores all the sweets;

My key was bringing endless

Delicious tasty treats.

There was a simple problem

A curse I’d come to rue.

My quite frenetic puppy

Quite liked the magic too.

He gobbled up my keyring

I watched it disappear.

I stared at him, frustrated.

I cried a single tear.

My magic days were over

My sneaky tricks were done.

No stolen sweets and candies

No sister-scaring fun.

‘Cos though the magic keyring

Would reappear quite quick

It would be much more smelly

The thought just made me sick!

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Fish

I don’t eat fish

From lake or sea—

They swim about

In spots they pee!

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Cold

I’m cold when I sleep and I’m cold when I eat and I’m cold when I get out of bed.

I’m so very cold I get out of the bath and then I get straight back in instead.

I’m cold when it’s noon and I’m cold when it’s night and I’m cold even eating hot food;

I’m cold and I’m sad and I’m miserable so I will quit running ‘round in the nude!

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Tibet

There once was a man from Tibet

Who hated his feet getting wet.

Wore shoes in the bath

And said with a laugh,

“They ain’t had a drop on ‘em yet!”

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Motorbike

I bought myself a motorbike

And rode it down the street.

I felt the sunlight on my back

The summer air was sweet.

It all felt quite fantastic and

Quite wonderful until

I rode my brand new motorbike

Right up my local hill.

The problem, you’ll see shortly, is

I couldn’t find the brake.

And as I gathered lots of speed

I soon began to quake.

You will be glad to hear that I

Soon drifted to a stop

But not before I plowed right through

A prickly cactus crop!

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The Man In The Moon

There’s a man in the moon and I’ve heard he likes cheese.

He likes honey too but the moon has no bees.

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