Poem's Don't Have to Rhyme

Miss Moss says poems

don’t have to rhyme.

But they do have to skip

and weave and dip

and wheel and flip

and zoom and zip

like an oojah-ma-flip

and stumble and trip

or float like a ship

or a boat on the lip

of a wave or let rip

or be cool and be hip

or lie down for a kip

Poems don’t have to rhyme.

But they do have to have a good time.

Staying In

Crawling across the classroom

is a black shiny beetle called Bill

A fat, furry fly called Fred

sits on the window sill

 

A thin, hairy spider called Sid

climbs up the classroom wall

 

A boy who’s been naughty called Me

sits on his own in the hall.

I am staying in at playtime

Just me, myself and I

All alone with my regrets

and a beetle, a spider, a fly

Small White Egg Poem

I find

a small, white egg

under the conker tree

in the corner of the school field

I hold

the small, white egg

in the palm of my hand

and peer up into the tangled branches

The tree

is empty and the

small, white egg

is cold

I think

there is a song inside

the small, white egg

that we will never hear

Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey diddle diddle

The cat and the fiddle

The cow jumped over the bed

The little dog laughed

But not for long

Because the cow landed right on his head

All poems © Roger Stevens 2005