Running Away
I hate you
I hate you
I’m going to run away
Go on then, bet you don’t
bet you really stay
I will you know
just you watch
just you wait and see
but I’m not stupid
I’m not dumb
I’ll do it after tea
My Best Mate’s Dad Trev
My best mate’s Dad Trev is really cool
My best mate’s Dad Trev has long hair in a pony tail
My best mate’s Dad Trev doesn’t wear a suit to work
- He wears jeans instead
My best mate’s Dad Trev calls everyone
‘mate’
My best mate’s Dad Trev drives a car that’s so old some
of it is made of wood
My best mate’s Dad Trev listens to rock music
- Loud
My best mate’s Dad Trev plays bass guitar
- Louder
My best mate’s Dad Trev has more black tshirts than
a crowd at a rock concert
My best mate’s Dad Trev is taking us to the footy on Saturday
My best mate’s Dad Trev buys us hot chips
My best mate’s Dad Trev sings loudly in the stands
My best mate’s Dad Trev drives us home afterwards
My best mate’s Dad Trev drops us off at
My best mate’s Mum’s house
Then drives off again to his own house
In another town
Until next weekend
My best mate’s Dad Trev is the saddest man I know.
Grandad was a Rat!
I laughed out loud when I first heard
That Grandad was a desert rat
With a long tail and pointy ears!
A rat!
Imagine that!
I pictured him with twitching nose
And whiskers on his face
Grandad crouching in sandy holes
Hidden from the human race
But Grandad did not have pointy ears
Instead he wore a hat
And he didn’t have a twitching nose
He was not that kind of rat.
Grandad rarely mentions it
He’s a quiet sort of guy
And Dad says ‘Don’t ask Nanna,
As it nearly makes her cry’
You see there was a place, years ago
On some distant sandy shore
When Grandad was a young man
He was fighting in a war
‘Wow! Cool! That sounds ace!
So what did Grandad do?’
But Dad just smiled sadly
And said, ‘he fought for me and you’.
One bright sunny day,
While Grandad was sitting in his chair
And everyone else was in the yard
I thought that I would dare
To ask him that question, which to
My dad I had swore
Never to ask Grandad; ‘what happened
In the war?’
I thought he hadn’t heard me
As he reached for a cigar
And he didn’t say a word
but picked up my toy car.
‘You know Alex’, he said eventually
In the deep voice I loved to hear
‘I drove a car, just like this, to keep you safe
My dear’
I didn’t really understand him
Because at the time I wasn’t there
And I was just about to ask him
When he lifted me to his chair
We sat there in golden silence
and I could feel him breathing deep
he was quiet for the longest time
and I thought he’d gone to sleep
But he was looking at the pictures
The black and white photos on his shelf
And I had to ask him one last thing
I just couldn’t help myself
‘Grandad’, I asked so quietly,
‘Were you a hero in the war?’
‘No’, he whispered back to me,
‘but all my friends were’
Assonance
Oodles of poodles have doodles like noodles
The Top Ten List of What Grown-Ups Say in Cars
- Don’t make me come back there!
- I don’t care who started it, I’ll finish it
- Do you want me to turn this car around? Do you?
- No we are not there yet!
- Ask your mother
- Ask your father
- Listen to your mother
- Listen to your father
- Sitstillallofyoustopkickingthebackofmyseatstopkickingeachotherdon’tputrubbishonthefloorwindthewindowbackupthankyoumisternowecan’tstopatMcDonaldsnounscheduledtoiletbreaksnoyoucan’tdriveAlexyou’reonlyeightstoppickingyournoseIcanseeyouyouknow!
- NO - WE – ARE – NOT – THERE - YET!
The Shadowmen
The battle broiled and raged about, a maelstrom of shadow and shape
Men and horses; steel and stone; clash with no heed of escape
Into the chaos I appear in a flash, a shocked child of a different world
And the Shadowmen are watching
- watching
The Shadowmen are watching as into the battle I’m hurled
Two armies face across fair fields ravaged by tides of war
Kings stand beside their Queens ordering Knights on with a roar
And I stand alone and afraid between the charging hoards
And the Shadowmen are waiting
- waiting
The Shadowmen are waiting as moonlight glints from swords
I hold the keystone in an iron grip; the source of all my woe
The crafty Keepers gilded gift suffused with a gentle glow
This is the key that brought me here; a voyage through time and space
Still the Shadowmen keep watching
- watching
The Shadowmen keep watching; the Lords of all this place.
The Dark Knight draws my attention as across the field he roars
He hurls his horse towards me; to battle the warrior soars.
A Holy Man steps from behind me, a wizard dressed in white
And the Shadowmen are stirring
- stirring
The Shadowmen are stirring; portents of a powerful fight
Use the Keystone wisely child, the White King he must not loose
The parting words of the Keeper who left me no time to choose
But fear it grips my heart as tightly as I grip the key
I know the Shadowmen are watching
- watching
The Shadowmen are watching; their veiled eyes are watching me
Fe-Dum Fe-Dum Fe-Dum Fe-Dum! The thunderous threat of hooves!
The Holy Man will surely perish unless from this path he moves!
But he stands immobile to face the charge, with just a sceptre in his hand
And the Shadowmen are watching
- watching
The Shadowmen are watching the battle for this land
Fe-Dum Fe-Dum Fe-Dum Fe-Dum! The Dark Knight draws ever near!
Fe-Dum Fe-Dum Fe-Dum Fe-Dum! Doom echoes in my ear!
For I tremble in the path of the Knight, to reach his foe he must go through me
And the Shadowmen are watching
- watching
The Shadowmen are watching, and they like what they see
As the Dark Knight gallops onwards with his lance aimed at my chest
My heart threatens to explode with fear, I cannot pass this test!
Fe-Dum Fe-Dum Fe-Dum Fe-Dum! My heart rages its own beat!
And the Shadowmen are watching
- watching
The Shadowmen are watching; the White King face defeat.
His horse is nearly on me! I can smell the fetid breath!
The dark reaper is upon me, the bringer of my death!
Then – in my fist the keystone glows and I thrust it to the sky!
And the Shadowmen are watching
- watching
The Shadowmen are watching as to the night I cry!
You will not move beyond this place, the victory is not yours!
The Keystone flashes golden – at its light the Dark Knight roars!
His horse is thrown from its path; the lance does miss the mark
And the Shadowmen are raging
- raging
The Shadowmen are raging as the light surmounts the dark
The Holy Man moves across the field - the Dark Knight he is slain
The warriors of the Dark King give battle now in vain
The White troops advance across the field, the Queen she leads the cheer
And the Shadowmen are watching
- watching
The Shadowmen are watching - but one is tasting fear
The Keeper appears on the field as the dark ranks they all unfurl
He turns and whispers in my ear you passed the test my girl
He lifts his face to the sky as the Shadowmen scream with hate
Because the Shadowmen are watching
- watching
The Shadowmen are watching, as the Keeper cries CHECK MATE!