Here is a selection of poetry that we have been learning in first and second class.
The PencilYou put me in a parer,
And pare me till I’m sharp, You leave me in your pencil-case, Where it is really dark, You chew me in your mouth, And drop me on the floor, And when you break my nib, It’s really very sore, You pare me till I’m tiny, And then you throw me out, And buy another pencil, I’m sure you will, no doubt! Georgina Dowd |
I can...I can jump, jump, jump, like a kangaroo.
With a bump, bump, bump, can you do it too? I can creep along, Like a jungle cat. My steps are long, Are yours like that? |
Why did you pull her hair?
I told my friend a secret,
She promised not to tell.
My friend told her friend,
She told her friend as well!
Now everyone knows my secret,
I think that it's not fair.
I told my friend I trusted her,
That's why I pulled her hair.
She promised not to tell.
My friend told her friend,
She told her friend as well!
Now everyone knows my secret,
I think that it's not fair.
I told my friend I trusted her,
That's why I pulled her hair.
Achoo
You can feel it coming,
That tickle in your nose,
The shiver up your spine,
That tingle in your toes.
You do not have a tissue!
Oh no what will you do?
Prepare for an explosion...
ACHOO!
That tickle in your nose,
The shiver up your spine,
That tingle in your toes.
You do not have a tissue!
Oh no what will you do?
Prepare for an explosion...
ACHOO!