Fun poems

Here are some  verses from Bubble Gum Trouble and other giggle poems. Published by Little Steps Publishing.

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Cat’s in the Toilet Paper

What’s that scurrying about?

It’s the sound of tiny paws

The cats are along the hallway

What’s that between their claws?

 

Oh no! It’s the toilet paper

That they’re dragging behind

Along the wooden hallway

And over the kitchen blind

 

There’s toilet paper everywhere

They’ve left nothing bare

The cats have left a trail

While travelling without a care

 

Now someone is shouting

Oh no! it’s my Dad

He’s covered in toilet paper

And does look rather mad

 

Something’s moving toward me

Skidding on the floor

It’s Hans, our cute puppy

With paper around a paw

 

The cats have been everywhere

Around light shades and plants

Toilet paper’s hanging in cupboards

Around our clothes and underpants

 

The cats have gone outside

Paper is wrapped around a pole

There seems a lot of paper

Oh no! They’ve got another roll.

Copyright 2009

 

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Ten hairs

On my head

One is black

Another is red

 

I pull one out

Ouch, that hurt

The one I pulled

Is the colour of dirt

 

This one is blonde

And this one is grey

I pull them both

Out of the way

 

Out goes another

That one as well

My head’s looking better

I can tell

 

Out goes this black one

And that one there

I really do like

Looking after my hair

 

Just a couple more

And this one, that’s all

Let’s look in the mirror

I’m feeling rather tall

 

Oh, what have I done?

I am so appalled

I really can’t believe

That now I am bald

Copyright 2009

 

Webster

Webster is my Teddy

He feels so warm and strong

My favourite of all my toys

I have known him for so long

 

He listens to my stories

But does not say too much

Just sits there quietly

 

He softens to my touch

 

Webster loves being cuddled

And gives me such a smile

He is always well dressed

Webster has a lot of style

 

Webster is very smart

And likes to wear bow ties

He thinks he looks distinguished

Webster wouldn’t tell me any lies

 

When I am not at home

He rests on my bed

Or sits on the window sill

And sometimes a chair instead

 

He accepts me for who I am

Someone on whom I can depend

We’ll always be together

Webster is my best friend

Copyright 2009