ALFIE THE APPLE

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

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POPPY'S DIRTY FEET

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!!!

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.

BRIANS POETRY FOR CHILDREN

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