I am in a forest;
My brothers will never find me here.
Over my head is a green umbrella;
I feel the earth under my bare feet.

When they were young,
She kept wicket for her brothers,
They batted,
Bowled,
Padded up
And ratcheted up the score.
She crouched behind the stumps

He's the Keepy-Uppy Kid.

I’m the king of the dinosaurs, number one reptile,
tyrannosaurus rex can’t touch my style.
I’m dressed to kill, got the sharpest suit,

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

If you think the tooth fairy has it tough

spare a thought for the Finger Nail Pixie

Let me do it, let me do it
Let me blow up the balloon
Let me do it, let me do it
Let me go to the moon

Let's give it

a hunk of a trunk

Let's give 

a stretch of a neck

A snake of a tongue

a bear of a growl

a bee of a sting

a wolf of a howl.

I told a whopper, a fib, a lie.
Slipped out of my mouth. It was slimy, sly.

Save me, it hissed. A secret must hide.
So I opened my bag and it slithered inside.

Stand in line

they said.

So he did.

Toe the line

they said.

So he did.

Sign on

the dotted line

they said.

So he did.

A little bit of rice,
a little bit of pea,
on my plate
for my tea.

A little bit of jam,
a little bit of toast,
in the mornings
when I love it most.