I once had a parrot called Satin, Who knew dozens of phrases in Latin, But this clever old bird’s Last desperate words Were, “Which fool has just let the cat in?”
2nd, Poem for Children 2011 - Kate Snow
Do Slugs Dance?
Do slugs dance in the middle of the night? Do they rock and rumba in the pale moonlight? When the darkness falls and the bats are in flight Do slugs dance in the middle of the night?
Do they slide and slither on their one big toe? Do they do line dancing balanced all in a row? Do they wear sequined costumes when they’re putting on a show? And bow sweetly to the audience when it’s time for them to go?
Do they like to disco when the sun goes away? Do they dance the light fantastic in a most amazing way? Do they strictly come dancing when they’re learning how to sway? Or tango to a Spanish beat and shout a loud olé?
Do they want to waltz if they’re given half a chance? Do they pray for rain so they all can riverdance? Do they check each other’s costumes with a sneaky sluggy glance? Or simply wish to wobble in a jelly belly dance?
Do they like to dazzle with a daring foxy trot? Do they dance the sailor’s hornpipe like they’re sailing on a yacht? Do they boogie oogie woogie giving everything they’ve got? Or finish with a fan dance as they’re getting very hot?
Do they sizzle with a samba as the sun begins to wake? Do they dance into the distance with a little shimmy shake? Do they make a firm agreement with a secret slug handshake To meet again tomorrow when no humans are awake?
So do slugs dance in the middle of the night When we’re all in bed and the sun’s out of sight With the stars as their audience, the moon their stage light You bet slugs dance in the middle of the night…
3rd, Poem for Children 2011 - Mala Doegar
The Very Strange Tummy of King Alistair
King Alistair had a very strange tummy That worked in a very odd way: It only had room for things he found yummy- Quite often at dinner he’d say:
“I don’t have any room for sprouts.” “I don’t have any room for greens.” “I don’t have any room for leeks.” “I don’t have any room for beans.”
And then he would add (As if in a dream) “I might find some room For a little ice-cream.”
King Alistair had a very strange belly That worked in a very odd way: It only had room for nice things like jelly- Quite often at teatime he’d say:
“I don’t have any room for bread.” “I don’t have any room for cheese.” “I don’t have any room for fish.” “I don’t have any room for peas.”
And then he would add (His voice very low) “If you’re passing round sweeties I wouldn’t say no.”