Poems

Poem

'I'm fed up looking like Father Christmas,'
Muttered Father Christmas one year.
'I need a new outfit. I must move with the times.
So, for a start, it's goodbye, reindeer.'

Poem

Peter the orange parrot
had a very tiny beak,
unlike the other parrots
he was never heard to speak.
But they were never nasty to him,
Peter the non-talking parrot