Poems For Children
I write a quite a bit of prose, in general short stories. A lot of them, but not all aimed at children. But poetry is a distinct matter, while I liked to read and listen to all sorts of poetry. I had always avoided trying to write it, in general because I hadn't a clue how to go about it (still haven't).
Despite my misgivings, other members of the writing group that I attend, persuaded me to give it a try and like a fool I agreed, knowing full well that I could not meet their exacting standards. Not to worry I thought, I could only do my best, even if it turned out to be rubbish. Unable to get to grips with formal sonnets, I decided to try my hand at free verse. But when the waste bin overflowed, I gave it up as a bad job and decided to clear the carport instead.
Which turned out to be a good idea, because I came across one of Katie's old toys, a fuzzy, one eyed monster from, "Monsters Inc" I think his name was Michael? Anyway it started me writing and the effect is below.
Can't Find Him Anywhere.
I cannot find my Monster; I can't find him anywhere.
Last time that I saw him he was in the big armchair.
I only went to the kitchen to butter us both a scone.
When I returned, he wasn't there; I wonder where he's gone.
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Have you seen my Monster? He's really, admittedly tall.
You'll know him if you see him, he's like a fluffy ball.
I've looked in any place in all the places I could think.
I've even searched the cupboard, under the kitchen sink.
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If he comes toward you, while walking down the lane
Though he's big and strong and can be an awful pain.
He's admittedly just a pussycat and wouldn't harm a fly.
So don't get all worried; he'll never make you cry.
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If you find him hiding behind a big old tree
Give him lots of kisses and send him home to me
Tell him that I love him, because I really, admittedly do
And I'll never try again, to flush him down the loo.
Copyright Fred Watson 2007
How About this one?
Mirror
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Why am I so very small?
When will I start to grow?
Can you help me, yes, or, no?
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Mirror, mirror, oh so wise
Can you tell me about my size?
Will I always be a exiguous mite?
Or will I grow to reach the light?
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Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Tell me please will I be tall?
Can't you help with my need?
Tell me if I'll stay a weed
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Mirror, mirror, are you there?
Hang on a sec; I'll get a chair.
There, that's better. This is me.
Tell me true what do you see
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Mirror, mirror, you're awfully dumb
I think I'll go and ask my mum.
Copyright Fred Watson 2007
You will find lots of short stories, favorable for all age groups, plus a few more poems for children on my website.
Poems For Children
Monster Inc
Poems For Children
Monster Inc