When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
and the old swing creacks in the dark,
that's when we go to the park,
me and Loopy and Little Gee,
all three.
Softly down the staircase,through haunty hall,
trying to look, small,
me and Loopy
and Little Gee,
we three.
It's shivery
out in the dark
on our way to the park,
down the dustbin alley,
past the ruined mill,
so still,
just me and Loopy
and Little Gee,
just three.
And Little Gee
doesn't like it.
He's scared
of the things
he might see
in the park
in the dark
with Loopy and me
That's me and Loopy
and Little Gee,
the three.
There might be
moon wiches
or man-eating trees
or wetheres that wobble
or old Scrawny Shins
or hairy hobgoblines,
or black boggarts' knees
in the trees,
or things we can't see,
me and Loopy
and Little Gee,
all three.
But there's not,
says Loopy,
and I agree,
and Little Gee
gats up on my back and
we pass the Howl Tree,
me and Loopy
and Little Gee.
We heroes,
we three.
In the park,In the dark
by the lake and the bridge,
that's when we see were we wont to be,
me and Loopy and Little Gee
WHOOPEE!
and we swing and we slide and we dance
and we jump and we chase
all over the place,
me and Loopy and Little Gee,
the Big Three.
And then the THING comes YAAAAAAAAiIIIOOOOOEEEEEEE!.
RUN RUN RUN shouts Little Gee to Loopy and me
and we flee,
me and Loopy and Little Gee,
scared three.
Back where we've come through the park
in the dark
and the THING is roaring and following,
see?
After me and Loopy and Little Gee,
we three.
Up to the house,
to the stair,
to bed where we ought to be,
me Loopy and Little Gee,
all three.

We three kings of Orient are,
One in a taxi,
One in a car,
One on a scooter,
Blowing his hooter,
Smoking a big cigar.

One fine day, in the middle of the night,
two dead men got up to fight.
Back to back, they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.

My brother thinks he is so cool
He stays in bed and keeps the rule.
He doesn't get up 'til after ten
and at eleven goes to bed again.

The boss in my house is my dad.
when he sees me he is so glad.
He always tries to give me kisses,
but I just duck and he always misses.

thanks

My mum gives orders around the house,
to everyone, as well as the mouse.
If I don't jump and clean my room
my mum goes red and then goes boom.

Winnie: nice poem winnie!

Cathy1: well yeah but the peoplo on the joke bord wont know what im talking about.

ArtfulDodger: speak to you on general chat about ti.

ArtfulDodger: yep thats right! why do you do this- ;0

ArtfulDodger: this page is for poetry not general chat if i were you ill speak about this on general chat.

ArtfulDodger: every one should know it wasnt by me.

ArtfulDodger: hello? it was a joke.

Cathy1: bet you diddnt get the joke.

Cathy1: that was a joke- diddnt you get it?

this is a poem- the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, the moon was a ghostly galleon tossed up on cloudy seas, the road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor and the highwayman came riding,riding,riding the highwayman came riding over the purple moor.

he had a french cocked hat on his forhead, a bunch of lace at his chin, a claret velvet cloak. his pistol butts a twinkle, his rapier hits the twinkle under the jewwled sky.


by me aged 9.