The Sweet House

I once knew a girl, who lived in a house,

The house was made out of sweets.

The smell was delicious, but not so nutritious,

This house, made out of treats.

The floor was made from chocolate,

The couch from jellied eggs,

The bed was made from liquorice

The table had lollipop legs.

The windows were made from biscuits,

The doors from cola cubes.

The ceiling was made from sherbet,

The lamp from a smartie tube.

The trees were made from love hearts,

The flowers from cherry drops,

The fence was made from polo mints,

The gate from candy rocks.

The cold weather turned and summer arrived,

The sweet house started to melt.

All of the sweets, rolled into a ball,

The girl! Do you know how she felt?

Delighted at the very sight,

She thought it was a dream.

Now she could lick the sweet house,

As though it were ice-cream!

The Worry Tree & Me

The Worry Tree is big and strong, he’s tall and full of might.

His trunk is rough and knobbly, but he is full of fright.

The Worry Tree is worried, he thinks he is too tall.

He thinks he is too knobbly, he thinks that he will fall.

When the sun is shining bright, he thinks that he’ll burn down.

When the rain is pouring hard, he thinks that he will drown.

One day I had some worries, so I walked to see the tree.

I hugged the knobbly, rough old tree. The tree was there for me.

I told my worries to the tree, he listened with delight.

He understood my worries, that cold hard winters night.

I wrapped my arms around him, his trunk was nice and warm.

We both forgot about the rain, and about the storm.

‘I will keep you safe and dry, just you wait and see.’

‘I will keep you free from harm’, said The Worry Tree to me.

The rain fell down, the wind whipped hard, around the tree and me.

I hugged the knobbly, rough old tree. The tree was there for me.

The storm then passed, the sky was clear, I looked up to the tree.

I hugged the knobbly, rough old tree. The tree was there for me.

‘No longer am I worried’, said The Worry Tree to me.

The Worry Tree had found his strength, by looking after me.

From that day on, I walked to him, to see the tree of mine,

I hugged the knobbly, rough old tree. The Worry Tree was fine.

Some days, I still have worries but the tree is full of glee.

So, I hug the knobbly, rough old tree. The tree is there for me.

Goo - The One=Eyed Monster

Goo was a one-eyed monster,

Who lived all alone in a cave.

No-one ever saw him,

No-one was that brave.

Green in colour, a hairy chin,

A nose just like a pig,

His ears were oh so very small,

The size of his head?  It was big!

One day little Lucy, visited Goo,

To see what the fuss was about.

She wasn’t shocked, she wasn’t scared,

Monster Goo sniffed with his snout.

‘One-eyed monster! Come out, come out’,

She ordered with delight.

But when monster Goo came to the door,

She started to cry with fright!

She hurled an egg, which hit his face,

Cracking next to his seeing eye.

Looking to see what she had done,                                          

Lucy looked up to the sky.

The one-eyed monster caught his sight,

In the pond beneath the rise.

The broken egg had made him look,

Like he had two eyes.

Little Lucy stood in awe,  

As she watched the monster smile.

Something that the monster Goo,

Hadn’t done for quite a while.

Not only did the pair make friends,

They loved each other too.

So, every day Little Lucy threw.

An egg at monster Goo.