Poetry

Yawning

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When I yawn I feel so strange
With little prickles in my brain.
My eyes begin to slowly weep
It makes me really want to sleep.
And then my mouth opens large
Wide enough to fit a barge.
And once I'm done I feel refreshed
Unless at night when I need rest

By Gareth Lancaster (see Yawning by Gareth Lancaster)

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Polar Bear 

Polar bear, polar bear,

How do you keep clean?

You always stay so white

No matter where you’ve been.

My Mummy scrubs me every night

To wash the dirt away.

Somehow it all comes back again

When I go out to play.

Polar bear, polar bear,

Do you ever bath?

I seem to get so dirty

Just walking up the path.

I wish I was a polar bear,

So then every night

If someone tries to bath me

I’d growl at them and bite!

Spike Milligan

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The children's poet, J.M. Westrup, wrote a wonderful poem Flying about a silvery, white, balloon-like moon ! It's quite simple but has lots of adjectives .... we are learning all about adjectives this week!

Flying

I saw the moon 

One windy night, 

Flying so fast – 

All silvery white – 

Over the sky, 

Like a toy balloon 

Loose from its string – 

A runaway moon. 

The frosty stars 

Went racing past, 

Chasing her on 

Ever so fast. 

Then everyone said, 

‘It’s the clouds that fly, 

And the starts and moon 

Stand still in the sky.’ 

But I don’t mind – 

I saw the moon 

Sailing away 

Like a toy 

Balloon.

Watch the video attached of a little girl reciting this poem!