BRIANS POETRY FOR CHILDREN

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