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Discussion in 'Primary' started by janisthorpe, Apr 1, 2008.
surely there must be some out there
I had it first!
No you did not!
All right, you did. But you forgot;
you left the pieces on the floor.
I went upstairs to fetch some more.
Well anyway, you're s'posed to share.
But you just took it; that's not fair.
You always do this, every time.
You always want whatever I am
playing with - no matter what.
You know it's true - don't say it's not.
Ah, listen to de liddle boy.
Does baby want his chuff-chuff toy?
And don't start with that dumb voice too.
That's something else you always do.
Does diddums want his wailway twack?
Oh, come on DAD! Just give it back!
The Latest Thing
Have you seen 'the latest thing'
in interactive techno-play?
It really is astonishing.
I only got it yesterday.
It makes all sorts of bleeps and blips.
It's got these flashing sensors too!
It has one of those micro-chips
that let it learn new things to do!
No, it's not working any more;
I've used up all the batteries.
No, I don't know what that bit's for;
the booklet was in Japanese.
But isn't it terrific though,
a marvel of technology?
The only thing I'd like to know
is what on earth it's meant to be.
What's in the Box?
What's in the toy box?
What's in the box?
What's in the box
With the big brass locks?
There's a one-eyed ted
And a ball that's red,
Some building bricks
And a clock that ticks,
A plastic boat
And a duck that floats,
A wind-up car
And a silver star,
A doll that cries
And a plane that flies.
That's what's in the toy box!
That's what's in the box!
By Trevor Millum
Thank you these are three very different poems that I am sure I can make good use of.
Sorry this is so late - just come across this lovely poem which would be good for some action/drama work.
The toys? playtime
When we go to bed at the end of the day,
Our toys wake up and start to play.
They wait until we?re fast asleep,
Then THEY come alive and out they creep.
The ball goes bouncing. The doll does a dance.
The little ponies preen and prance.
The toy car roars across the room.
The rocket starts to take off: ZOOM!
The robot reads a picture book,
Then teddy comes and takes a look.
And all the time we?re sleeping tight,
The toys are playing through the night.
But when the sunlight warms our faces,
The toys sit quietly in their places.
They do not move. They make no noise.
You don?t fool us, you naughty toys!
By Tony Mitton
These poems are great. Thanks very much!
Absolutely fantastic! Thanks so much for sharing! These are perfect for my topic and I know the kids will love them! x