Children’s Poems

My Teddy

I have a little teddy bear

And teddy is his name 

And though he doesn’t say much 

I love him just the same

I tell him all my secrets

And whisper in his ear

And though he doesn’t answer me

I’m sure that he can hear

Although I love my mummy

And I love my daddy too

There’s no one like a teddy bear

For telling secrets to

We have an understanding

My teddy bear and I

That I will never part from him

Though all the years go by

And when I am much older

And Teddy’s lost his looks

He’ll still be sitting on the shelf

Among my favourite books

For Teddy is a friend to me

And as the years go by

We’ll always be together

My teddy bear and I

And when I am a daddy

With my own girls and boys

My teddy bear will take his place

Among their books and toys

I have a little teddy bear

And Teddy is his name

And though he doesn’t say much

I love him just the same

 

 Bathtime

 

Down the drain the water flows

I wonder where the water goes.

Does it go out to the sea

To keep the fishes company?

Or does it just go down the drain

Never to be seen again!

 

The New Baby

 

We don’t know its name yet

or what it will be

whether it is

a he or a she

We don’t know if it will be bald

or have big or small ears

But we know that we’ll love it

once it appears

 

New Sister

 

She pulls at my hair

and she punches my nose

She pinches my cheeks

and she treads on my toes

You wanted a sister

And you got a sister

 

She eats all my food

and she messes my toys

She keeps me awake

all the night with her noise

 

You wanted a sister

And you got a sister

 

She cries all the night

and she screams all the day

I’m not left alone

and there’s no time to play

 

You wanted a sister

And you got a sister

 

She makes such a mess

and she makes such a fuss

Oh why did she come

to a family like us

 

You wanted a sister

And you got a sister

Yes

Have you cleaned your teeth yet?

my mum yells up the stairs

And I say yes

I put some toothpaste on my pinkie

and dab it on my teeth

She’ll never guess.

Have you washed your face yet?

my mum yells up the stairs

And I say yes

I dab some soap on each cheek

and on my nose

That always fools her.

My mum kisses me

I know she’s smelling me

to see if I’ve washed

Do you know how much

I love you, she says

And I say, yes!

 

Splish Splash

Splish splash splish

I wish I were a fish

Swimming in the sea

I’d swim all day

And play and play

And then come home for tea!

 

My mum says

My mum says

‘tidy your room

or else I’ll tidy it for you!’

No! Not that. Never. Help!

I’ll never be able

to find anything I want

ever again

So I race to my room

and tidy it up

double quick

When she’s not looking

I push all the little bits

under the bed

and all the big bits

under the duvet

Mum looks in and smiles

Now I’ll be left in peace.

As soon as she’s gone

I get everything out

and mess it all up again

Otherwise

I’ll never

be able to find

anything

ever.

 

Too tired

I’m never too tired to play

I could play with my toys all day

I’m never too tired for fun

I love to jump and to run.

I’m never too tired to climb

The best in the world, that’s me

But when it’s time to tidy up

I’m as tired as can be.

I’m never too tired for toys

and for playing with girls and boys

I love to run and skip and hop

I can play all day and never stop.

I’m never too tired for stories

or for watching shows on the TV

But when mum says, ‘It’s time to get washed!’

I’m as tired as can be.

I’m never too tired for swings

and other exciting things

I’m never too tired to play with my train

I can run it again and again and again.

I’m never too tired for digging in sand

or for paddling in the sea

I’m never too tired for icecream

or for having a picnic tea.

I’m never too tired for daddy

when he says, ‘Now what shall I be?’

And we play all sorts of lovely games

My brother, my daddy and me.

I’m sometimes too tired to walk upstairs

I say, ‘But I’m only three!’

But when mummy says, ‘It’s time for bed!’

I’m as wide-awake as can be!

 

My teacher Mr Williams

My teacher Mr Williams is as kind as kind can be

Though he has some funny habits I think you will agree

Like he always clicks his fingers when he wants to talk to me

When the class is being noisy and mucking about

He doesn’t threaten to give us a clout

But just claps his hands and says, “Stop!” with a shout

When we do bad work we feel we’re in disgrace

But when we do good work he has a happy face

And writes in our books words like “excellent” and “ace”

With Mr Williams as a teacher work feels more like play

Though we’re sad on Wednesday afternoons when he has to go away

But we enjoy him even more when he’s back the following day

 

The Garden Shed Pet

When I was eight years old

my tortoise ran away

So I found a pet snail

and kept him in a jam jar

in the garden shed

Every night he’d make his escape

leaving a glistening trail

for me to follow

down the garden path

In the morning I would find him

hiding in the rockery

At least I think it was him

You can never be sure with snails.

 

The Race

We’d put them on an old tin lid

and line them up on the racing track

Ready! Steady!  Go!

Then watch them inch their way along

slithering, slimy, slowly

their tiny antlers pointing the way

Come on! Hurry up! We’d shout

but nothing we said

made them move any faster

My one always seemed to lose

But then

when you’re racing snails

It’s hard to find a winner.

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