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FizzyFunnyFuzzy Poetry For Children: New Poetry!
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Poetry for kids by Gareth Lancaster at http://www.fizzyfunnyfuzzy.com/
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Poem: The Plug-Hole Monster
The gurgling, burbling plug-hole monster,
Is waiting to slurp up your bath!
Skulking below in the bowels of the drain,
It belches its bubbling wrath!
Biding its time, till you pull out the plug,
Watch out, or it nibbles your feet!
The terrible, blubbering beast there within,
Is something you don't want to meet!
A blobulous mass of suddy shampoo,
It gulps dirty water with glee.
Then shiftily checks for the presence of toes,
And, with luck, the occasional knee!
So take heed and beware as you finish your soak,
And ensure that you keep your legs clear!
Let it swig till it's full, hear it grumble and moan,
And despondently then disappear!
(c)2003-2007 Gareth Lancaster
No poetry may be reproduced without the author's permission.
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Poem: Hugs
Mummy wants a hug,
That's her twenty-first today!
I guess she doesn't realise,
That hugs aren't cheap these days!
I only stocked up Thursday,
And they cost a heap of cash.
For a pack of thirty Super Hugs,
My piggy bank was smashed!
So my mum will have to do,
With fewer from now on.
Or else I'll have no money left,
And my hugs will all be gone!
(c)2003-2007 Gareth Lancaster
No poetry may be reproduced without the author's permission.
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Poem: Chocolate Cake
I'm scoffing lots of chocolate cake,
But not quite as much as I'd like!
I'm wolfing it down with a whirl of my spoon,
and it's flinging up, down, left and right!
It's hitting the walls and spraying the floor,
It's covered up Bessie our cat.
There's crumbs in my hair and on mother's best chair,
And the window's one choclatey splat.
But faster and faster I shovel it up,
Not bothered I'm missing my chops.
As it drips from my nose and collects in my ears,
Gloops drop from nose and go plop!
Then too quickly it's gone, there just was not enough,
As I'd said at the start of this smasher,
With my greedy delight (sloppy cake on the lights),
Not one spot found it's way past my gnashers!
(c)2003-2007 Gareth Lancaster
No poetry may be reproduced without the author's permission.
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Poem: Bubble Bath
I emptied my bubble bath into the tub,
Determined to get myself thoroughly scrubbed.
The bottle had said "ONLY ONE CAP OR TWO",
So I poured in the lot to see what it would do!
That still didn't seem quite enough to get clean,
So I followed it up with another fifteen.
Then three bars of soap and a dozen shampoo,
And two broken bath bombs to finish my brew!
I'll cut to the chase, this did not turn out well,
As the burbling, foaming bath bubbles did swell!
It wasn't all bad, I was clean and smelt sweet,
But outside my soap suds had buried the street!
(c)2003-2007 Gareth Lancaster
No poetry may be reproduced without the author's permission.
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Poem: The Rumbles
There's Rumbles in my tummy,
How they grizzle, grunt and groan!
They're unhappily residing,
Doing nothing there but moan!
They're grumbling with hunger,
And complaining more and more!
These Rumbles in my tummy,
That I simply can't ignore!
They're building to crescendo,
Getting louder than before!
So I guess I'll have to feed them,
Candy, crisps and choc galore!
(c)2003-2007 Gareth Lancaster
No poetry may be reproduced without the author's permission.
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