BRIANS POETRY FOR CHILDREN

 Your life is your own. Don't waste it trying to be what others expect you to be. Don't sacrifice your happiness to make everybody happy. Don't give up on your dreams to build other people's dreams. Your life is your own. BE WHO YOU WANT TO BE.

  Alfie the apple hung from a tree in a field that was green and wide every day that apples were picked Alfie waited his turn to go inside "Why won't you pick me?" Alfie cried a questioning look on his face "Am I not the brightest red you have seen hanging around this place?" ''I want to see what is behind the doors where all the apples go. I want to see what is to become of me; maybe I will win the show." But every day, the selectors picked and every day, they went around, even choosing the little ones lying on the ground "Good god," shouted Alfie "what have I got to do to get in your basket? Have I got to yell and scream until my voice is past it?" When, all of sudden, he at last was picked, taken to the shed looking very confident, of course they smashed and pulverised him and turned him into apple sauce   https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUAx5dpB5cTGXM4rUPltAVqjnNRoc1VSzcqV21f-Db3DKZFUGJKUV1Je9IJa...

WHEN YOU ARE SLEEPING I AM THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOU NEED A FRIEND I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOU ARE CONFRONTED I WILL PROTECT YOU WHEN YOU THINK NO ONE LOVES YOU I WILL SIT WITH YOU FOR I AM BEAU!!

When poppy goes to bed To beat the heat He then gets a whiff Of his dirty big feet With toes that are slimy  And fingers that reek His feet had not been washed For fifty two weeks The smell lingered on All around the room Seeping into cracks Smelling like a tomb Pooh! Said poppy My feet really smell I must give them a wash And clean them real well So into the tub A tub full of soap Went poppy’s big feet He felt like a dope He washed and washed Scrubbing them real clean Adding powder and oil Until they started to gleam Ever so slowly  He moved his great nose Down to the floor Quite near his toes He started to sniff His shiny new feet When he smelt something dreadful Like rotten old meat OH NO!  THEY STILL STINK!!! PPOOOHHHH!!!

What to Do About Nana When Nana goes to sleep at night, We close all the windows and doors. We put cotton wool in our ears Because our Nana snores. She snores so loud it shakes the house Frightening our neighbours next door They thought there was an earthquake So they all hid under the floor Another time she snored so loud That our ears and noses turned red Now everyone runs for cover When poor old Nana heads to bed. Yes our Nana is known for snoring. She's known all over town. Even power saws and freight trains   Can’t baffle our Nana down She's noisier than a motor bike,   And louder than a thunder clap. Oh my god, we have to go because IT’S TIME FOR  NANA'S  NAP QUICK RUN EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! photo by CHRISTINE EVANS

The boy stood on the burning deck His legs all a-quiver He started to cough  His leg fell off And floated down the river His other leg now on fire Made him jump and run His pants fell down Then he ran around Slipping on his bum The boy stood nude upon the deck No clothing could he feel  He yelled with a shout But his teeth came out Snapping at his heels The boy stood on the burning deck  Trying to save his boat His teeth burnt and yellow  Let out a bellow  Then lurched for his throat Grabbing his teeth off his neck He threw them out to sea The rotten things Began to sing "O WOE IS ME. O WOE IS ME"