In all of these I wrote them when I was quite little- some of them I would say them or sing them to my mum or elder sister and they would write them down for me because my spelling was dodgy! This has nothing to do with a TV show or a book and I apologize for that because I'm kind of defeating the object of this site, I'd just like someone's opinion on whether they're vaguely decent or not because I'm not sure whether they're any good or not. Anyway, reviews are appreciated!
The Rhythm
The world is like a merry-go-round
That can't do anything but turn.
It's like a winding windmill
That can't do anything but churn,
It's like a broken record
That's stuck on its repeat
And it really won't stop turning
Till you keep in with the beat
Till you tap your feet against the floor;
In bum-de-bum de-bum
Till you bang your head against the door;
Going bum-de-bum de-bum
And if you get it out of time
And if you get it wrong
I'll change the rhythm just for you, so it goes
BONG-DE-BONG DE-BONG
I know the rhythm doesn't change at the end, just the sound but I was only six when I wrote this so please forgive me :) pretty please?
Hidden in a cupboard
If you were hidden in a cupboard,
For years and years and years,
And stuck beneath the floorboards,
For months and months and months.
If you were trapped inside a time vortex,
For years and years and years
Would you want to be kind?
And would you want to be nice?
And would you want to be a girl made of sugar and of spice?
Would you want to smile and say 'hello' to everyone you see?
And would you want to say 'come over for a pleasant cup of tea?'
I know just exactly what your answer's going to be-
It will be no.
No.
NO.
Well I was trapped in a cupboard for seconds upon seconds
Hidden beneath the floorboards for seconds upon seconds
Yes, they might have been second floor floorboards but who really cares?
And I was trapped inside a time vortex for…
Well, ok, I wasn't trapped inside a time vortex but does that really matter?
I still don't want to be a polite, sweet, cute little girl.
I'll leave that to my sister and make everybody SWIRL!
Because I am Eleonora and I'm a CRAZY GIRL!
This was written a few weeks after my seventh birthday and is also very rubbish but what's the change?
Think about what you're doing.
'Think about what you're doing'
Is what adults always say.
They always think I'm acting without thinking.
This isn't true.
I always consider the consequences;
Like how many people that might die.
How many times it might go wrong
Or whether it might cause me to fly.
I think about what I'm doing.
I pause beforehand too,
My thoughts just really don't affect whether to do or not to do!
I was only five when I wrote this so bear with me on the hopelessness :)
Don't do this
Don't do this, don't do that,
Don't be cheeky, don't backchat
Don't push your brother, don't eat grass,
Don't put your finger marks on Granddad's brass.
I was seven and I kept getting told off when I wrote this!
Look left, look right
Look right, look left and cross!
Walk while looking, walk while watching,
Don't take your eyes off the road,
Keep in line.
Why should we always look right first?
Why can't we look left first for once?
I bet it gets jealous, goes green with envy.
I don't see why grown-ups say green with envy
Green is fresh, green is mint, green is toothpaste
Red is envy, anger, handkerchiefs- or angerchiefs if you're in a really bad mood
Or maybe yellow is envy?
Yellow is fire, no, red is more fire, yellow is more sun.
But I suppose the sun is a ball of fire. But it's a nice ball of fire.
Not the type that burn Uncle Bernard's bottom.
Or the type that light my stepdad's cigarettes.
It's the type that gives us light.
If I were left I'd go purple with envy.
No, blue.
No, pink.
Actually, let's go back to green with envy, it's so much simpler.
Even if it is fresh and minty and toothpaste.
If I were left I'd...
I'm not left.
Let's leave it at that.
I'm not left and never will be.
This poem is quite sad for me because I wrote it while my brother, sister and mum were out with my grandma on the day they died and I was really looking forward to showing them it when they came home.
This is a poem
This is a poem.
Honest.
Poems don't have to rhyme.
This one doesn't.
They don't even need a plot.
This one doesn't.
They can just be nonsense.
Codswallop.
A useless mix-match of words.
Or portmanteau if you want.
They can do anything you want.
It's up to you.
This is a poem.
Honest.
I was ten when I wrote this- it was to encourage Tilda to write poetry!
Please believe me
Pigs can fly
And so can I
In my super costume, I can do anything.
Anything you want,
Anything you need,
I'll be there
To stop that evil deed!
I'm a superhero,
One you won't forget
But maybe it's time I stopped
Because my pants are getting wet…
I was only six when I wrote that and it was meant to be from the point of view of my three year old brother!
If you've managed to survive through all of that, CONGRATULATIONS! Thanks and reviews are welcome- if you think I should delete it because it isn't appropriate to this website please tell me too and I will!
Elly xxx