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Roger McGough has written some lovely poems for children around the Coronavirus with fun and light-hearted messaging, for you to use in school – print them out and display them in your classroom or
The cold is solid,
hard against thighs,
steel to toe.
In the mirror of the gas fire
my face distorts,
thin, too long.
Standing by the river, my face grewinto a flat fish and floated offto a lily pad, and I was lonelywithout myself, without my twin.
All you see is outside me: my painted smile,the rosy-posy shell, the fluttery eyes.A butter-won’t-melt-in-my-mouth-type me
We goin' on a school trip today,De whole class goin' to Whitney Bay,Ah teckin' me ball an' bat with meTo play beach cricket, an' let me see,
Back at school tomorrow.
Not tomorrow!One more day off please.I'm sick.I'm not ready.I haven't done my homework.
Spring is baby,bright, fresh and new,gurgling with the melting snow,singing with the first cuckoo.
Toothless, she kisseswith fleshy lipsrounded, like mouthof a bottle, all wet
She bruises your facealmost, with twoloving tree-root hands.
Eyes as wide as continents brim wih the water between.
Seeks a different future. Looks back on what has been.
Mouth seeks another language. Shapes a different air.
After the fiftieth insult -
the school bag down the toilet, the stifled
giggle-whisper that hung like a smear on the air -
she suddenly saw