My Poetry


The Budgie Likes to Boogie  - Caboodle Books

The Great Galactic Ghoul - Caboodle Books
Billy's Coming Back - Macmillan
Behind the Staffroom Door - Macmillan
All the Things You Can Say to Places in the U.K. - Macmillan
The Lazylympics - From The Truth About Parents - Macmillan

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The Budgie Likes to Boogie  - Caboodle Books

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The budgie likes to boogie,
the budgie likes to rock.
He wakes us every night
when he rocks around the clock

The budgie likes to jive,
to spin around, to twirl.
His body full of rhythm,
his head is in a whirl..

The budgie boogie-woogies
along the table top.
The budgie disco dances,
the budgie likes to bop.

He's just about the best,
his moves are really neat.
You should see the budgie boogie,
you should see his flying feet!

In front of the dangly mirror,
he plays his air guitar.
The budgie likes to boogie,
the budgie is a STAR!

The Budgie Likes to Boogie: Caboodle Books

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The Great Galactic Ghoul - Caboodle Books
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Don't fool around with the great galactic ghoul,
it's not the sort of creature to play by the rules.
For any spaceship sent its way
will not return to Earth someday.
It will simply bat it out of the sky,
splat it hard just like a fly

This ghoul was never taught right from wrong,
it lives by its muscles, is incredibly strong.
It's ugly as Medusa whose snakes have just woken,
with a nose like a boxer's that's regularly broken.
Eyes like saucers, the flying kind,
acts like a creature that¹s lost its mind.

And the great galactic ghoul
does very little but slobber and drool
as it shuffles about on the edge of Mars
and anyone flying in from the Stars
should beware the ghoul, stay clear of its lair
or it might just swing you round by your hair.
then squeeze you betwen its loathsome jaws
till it swallows you, rubs its belly and roars.

P.S.
It lives a long way away from you
and that's where it usually stays.
but something's wrong,
the ghoul has gone,
now it hasn't been seen for days.............

The Great Galactic Ghoul - Caboodle Books

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Billy's Coming Back - Macmillan
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Word is out on the street,
Billy's coming back.

There's a sound outside of running feet,
somebody, somewhere's switched on the heat,
policemen are beating a swift retreat
now Billy's coming back.

Only last year when he went away
everyone heaved a sigh,
now news is out, and the neighbourhood
is set to blow sky-high

Words are heard in the staff room,
teachers' faces deepen with gloom,
can't shrug off this feeling of doom
now Billy's coming back.

It was wonderful when he upped and left,
a carnival feeling straightaway,
no looking over shoulders,
each day was a holiday.

And now like a bomb, no one dares to defuse,
time ticks on while kids quake in their shoes
no winners here, you can only lose,
now Billy's coming back.

It's dog eat dog on the street tonight,
it's cat and mouse, Billy's looking for a fight,
so take my advice, keep well out of sight
now Billy's coming back.

Behind the Staffroom Door:
The Very Best of Brian Moses - Macmillan


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Behind the Staffroom Door - Macmillan
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Ten tired teachers slumped in the staffroom at playtime,
one collapsed when the coffee ran out, then there were nine.

Nine tired teachers making lists of things they hate,
one remembered playground duty, then there were eight.

Eight tired teachers thinking of holidays in Devon,
one slipped off to pack his case, then there were seven.

Seven tired teachers, weary of children's tricks,
one hid in the stock cupboard, then there were six.

Six tired teachers, under the weather, barely alive,
one gave an enormous sneeze, then there were five.

Five tired teachers gazing at the open door,
one made a quick getaway, then there were four.

Four tired teachers, faces lined with misery,
one locked herself in the ladies, then there were three.

Three tired teachers wondering what to do,
one started screaming when the bell rang, then there were two.

Two tired teachers thinking life really ought to be fun,
one was summoned to see the Head, then there was one.

One tired teacher, caught napping in the afternoon sun,
fled quickly from the staffroom, then there were none.

Behind the Staffroom Door:
The Very Best of Brian Moses - Macmillan

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The Things You Can Say to Places in the U.K
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Always say ‘Ta’ to Leamington Spa,
say ‘Have a nice day’ to Whitley Bay.
You can shout ‘What’s new’ or even ‘Howdoo’
to inhabitants of Looe or Crewe.
You can tell the whole story in Tobermory,
say ‘Hi’ to Rye and ‘Right on’ to Brighton,
or call out ‘Let’s go’ to Plymouth Ho.
Talk through your dreams in Milton Keynes,
say ‘it’s all for the best’ in Haverfordwest.
Always say ‘Yes’ when you visit Skegness
but only say ‘No’ in Llandudno.
Don’t tell a lie to the Island of Skye
or say ‘It smells’ in Tunbridge Wells.
Don’t talk rude if you’re down in Bude
or start to get gabby in Waltham Abbey.
Don’t ever plead in Berwick on Tweed
or say ‘You look ill’ to Burgess Hill.
You could lose your voice and talk with your hands
when you take a trip to Camber Sands,
but whatever you say just won’t impress
the residents of Shoeburyness.

Behind the Staffroom Door :
The Very Best of Brian Moses - Macmillan


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The Lazylympics
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Dad's been watching the Olympics.

For the last two weeks we've seen him
take root on our settee,
watching our athletes
do amazing feats
on our TV.

'I'd like to be a medal winner,' he says.

So we thought maybe, there could be
an Olympics for lazy people like Dad.

There could be events like
floating on a lilo in the swimming pool
for the longest time,
or the most ring pulls ripped from
cans of beer.
There could be sports like
thinking about dog walking
or lawn mowing,
or talking non-stop about football.

Dad would easily win a medal for yawning,
or eyebrow raising,
or taking a nap that lasts for hours.

And we could be cheerleaders
cheering Dad on
as he slept his way to victory.

So many things our Dad's good at,
it¹s just a shame they'll never have
a lazylympics
for sportsmen like Dad.

From The Truth About Parents - Macmillan