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Poem About Rain

posted 4 Dec 2014, 11:31 by Helên Thomas   [ updated 25 Jan 2018, 19:02 ]

 
   

  Rain
  The skies are dull, it's a wellie wearing day
  Raining outside, but I want to play
  Outside in the puddles and in the sludgy mud
  Flowers like the rain and the ducks think it's good.


 It's raining in the garden, it's raining in the town
  It's gushing down the gutters and tumbling down
  Into the rivers then flowing to the sea
  By the beach at Southend, where I love to be.


The fluffy white clouds have become grey and dark
Water drops cover the seesaw in the park
I wish the sun would shine now so I can play outside
Then take the train to Southend and go on all the rides.

Smelly Feet!

posted 15 Aug 2014, 12:40 by Helên Thomas   [ updated 25 Jan 2018, 19:03 ]

Smelly Feet.

Smelly feet! Smelly feet!
Can I make my feet smell sweet?
Should I scrub them, should I wash them?
Should I spray perfume upon them?

Smelly feet! Smelly feet!
Can I make my feet smell sweet?
My feet are thick with mud and stains,
They’re even dirty when it rains,
I get embarrassed on aeroplanes,
Because my feet smell like blocked drains.

Smelly feet! Smelly feet!
Can I make my feet smell sweet?
Should I scrub them, should I wash them?
Should I spray perfume upon them?

Smelly feet! Smelly feet!
They pong so in the summer’s heat,
Please tell me how to keep them clean,
They smell like cheese that’s mouldy green,
I showed my feet off to the Queen,
She said they were the worst she’d seen!

Smelly feet! Smelly feet!
Can I make my feet smell sweet?
Should I scrub them, should I wash them?
Should I spray perfume upon them?

Smelly feet! Smelly feet!
They smell like stuff that’s bad to eat,
Like cabbage cooking in a pot,
Or eggs when they have gone to rot,
And in between my toes there’s grot,
Fresh and sweet, my feet are not!

Elegy for My Lost Luggage

posted 15 Aug 2014, 12:36 by Helên Thomas   [ updated 25 Jan 2018, 19:05 ]


Elegy for My Lost Luggage

I flew in last night on a plane from Rome,
On a turbulent flight, but I survived,
And now all I want to do is go home,
But none of my suitcases have arrived.

So, now I’m trapped in this terrible place,
Stuck in the airport awaiting my fate,
Just hoping my baggage and large suitcase,
Will be found, safe and sound; won’t that be great?

Oh woe, I cannot believe that my bags,
Could disappear, but I fear that they’re lost?
I labelled each one quite clearly with tags,
To replace them all will be such a cost.

Will I again see my best shiny shoes;
My brightly shimmering silk kimono,
Can I sue the airline; how did they lose
My cases, oh, does anyone here know?

Oh no, I’ve lost my best coat and sarong,
My, red football top, my pink lucky pants,
Where have my riding boots and fur hat gone?
Are my cases in Spain, Belgium or France?

When will I touch my warm wool socks again,
Or go ballroom dancing in my blue gown?
Will someone find my bags, please tell me when,
I’ll see my tweed skirt that’s spun green and brown?

My luggage has vanished into thin air,
Is it in Venice, does anyone care?
Did someone take it thinking it was theirs?
Perhaps it’s been blown up in a bomb scare!

My lovely lost luggage I now lament,
My trousers and blouses, oh where can they be?
If anyone knows where my luggage went,
I hope they’ll kindly return it to me?

© Helên Thomas
Picture from 'The Telegraph' 31st July 2014

I went walking on a summer’s day...

posted 25 Jul 2014, 12:01 by Helên Thomas   [ updated 25 Jan 2018, 19:05 ]

We're having such a glorious summer, I thought I'd post this. It's just one stanza from a poem called 'I Went Walking' that has four stanzas, each one describing a month of the year. You'll have to wait until autumn for the next one! 

I went walking on a summer’s day,
“And what did you see?” I hear you say.
I saw the sun up in the sky,
Egg yolk golden shining high.
I saw children riding bikes.
I saw toddlers on trikes.
I saw ladies under brollies,
Sitting shaded eating lollies,
Slurping ice-cream, strawberry pink,
Ice cubes clinking in a cold drink.
I saw small birds fly, swiftly by,
Catching insects, skimming the sky,
Loop the looping, swallows swooping
Past  foxgloves and purple lupins.
I saw people trying to stay cool;
I’m glad I’ve got a paddling pool!


Bumble bee in a foxglove, June 2014

On evenings when the moon is full...

posted 22 Jul 2014, 17:48 by Helên Thomas

First blogged here.

 I've been taking photos of skulls made by Vicious Noodles
This one inspired a little poem that I added to a skull photo taken on the eve of the full moon.


Rhyming Riddle About Something I Grew in My Garden.

posted 22 Jul 2014, 17:34 by Helên Thomas   [ updated 25 Jan 2018, 19:14 ]


Read the rhyming riddle, then keep watching as the answer will be revealed. The riddle is about something that I grew in my garden.
I boiled it with a few others, then ate them with butter and mint sauce (made with mint that was also grown in the garden). Yum! 


Sunburn Blues

posted 16 Jul 2014, 09:17 by Helên Thomas   [ updated 25 Jan 2018, 19:26 ]

The weather forecasters, here in the UK, are predicting a heatwave by the end of this week, so it seems like a good time to post this educational poem about the perils of forgetting your sunscreen. This is a poem for two voices, the first being smug and critical, deriding the misfortune of the second voice which is that of someone who is suffering from a serious case of the 'Sunburn Blues'. 

"Well, I can tell by your dreadful, 
red, blistered, burnt face,
That you left your sunscreen 
packed in your case!
Your ugly mug looks cooked,
 sizzled like a sausage fried,
Your wrinkled skin’s all wizened, 
like tomatoes when sun dried."



"Yes, I’ll tell you now; 
I’ve got the sunburn blues,   

I spilled my tube of sunscreen,
so I couldn’t use,
Any sun tan cream, and now I really feel,
Like a flaky fool, coz my skin’s begun to peel,
It’s crinkly-crimson, crispy as bacon,
Coz I was snoozin’ as the sun was bakin’,
I was sleepin’ on the beach and so I forgot,
To take care of my skin when the sun was scorchin’ hot.
Oh Yeahhhhh!"


"I always wear a hat 
so I don’t get dazed and dazzled,
I slop on loads on lotion, 
so my pink skin won’t get frazzled,
If I’m swimming in the ocean, 
I slap on factor fifteen
But you look like you’re wearing a mask 
for Halloween!"



"I know, I know, my face looks sort of silly,
I’m lookin’ and feelin’ like a spicy, 
red hot chilly,
I’m reelin’ coz I’m peelin’ 
and I sure don’t dig,
Havin’ a face like a squealin’, scalded pig,
My sunburn hurts me so very, very much,
Ouch, ouch, ouch, oh please don’t touch!
I’ve got the sunburn blues 
and so I’m tellin’ you,
Put your sunscreen on whatever you do!
Oh Yeahhhhhhh!"


Sonnet For My First Two Wheeler

posted 10 Jul 2014, 14:20 by Helên Thomas   [ updated 25 Jan 2018, 19:34 ]



Sonnet For My First Two Wheeler

It shone metallic purple with white wheels,
Mud scuffed and loved by dusk on Christmas Day,
I blamed it for missed curfews and cold meals,
Backpacking picnics for long days away,
One day, Dad took the stabilisers off,
This two-wheeled bike I’d have to learn to ride,
My parents watched me wobble, and did scoff,
At tantrums as I cast my bike aside,
And left it lying unloved in the road,
My red eyes full of rage and angry tears,
Though salt solution cried could not corrode,
My urge to get back on and beat the fear,
Determination dries eyes and time heals;

I won my prize and set forth on two wheels.

Copyright Helên Thomas 

Rhyming riddle about one of our favourite pets...

posted 3 Jul 2014, 11:55 by Helên Thomas   [ updated 25 Jan 2018, 19:30 ]


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Guess What I Am: rhyming riddle about something you might see at night...

posted 3 Jul 2014, 11:46 by Helên Thomas   [ updated 25 Jan 2018, 19:30 ]

Guess What I Am: rhyming riddle about something you might see at night...

Read the rhyming riddle then wait for the answer to be revealed. 


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