Chapters (133)
- Cover
- Title page
- A Smile
- Yes
- The Laughter Forecast
- from Pippa Passes
- The Feeling of Having a Good Day
- To See a World
- Hope on a Rope
- The Teacher’s Gift
- High Achievers
- Picking Teams
- Best Friends
- Oath of Friendship
- May You Always
- Squeezes
- Don’t
- Mother to Son
- Two People
- You Have a Body
- Three Good Things
- The Cupboard
- BOY GIRL
- Isn’t My Name Magical?
- Keeping Wicket
- My Sister
- Middle Child
- Siblings
- A Blessing
- Paintings that Move
- Heroes
- Cats
- Cat
- Charlotte’s Dog
- Tell It to the Dog
- A Meerkat Lullaby
- Weird Wildlife
- Mad Gardener’s Song
- The Blind Men and the Elephant
- Mr McGuire
- Wonderful Worms
- Song of Mr Toad
- The Frog
- The Brushbaby
- The Porcupie
- Little Trotty Wagtail
- The Cuckoo
- The Eagle
- Be Like the Bird
- The Bird’s Nest
- The Hen
- Four Ducks on a Pond
- The Prayer of the Little Ducks
- I Saw a Ship a-Sailing
- Penelope’s Hats
- The Look
- Snakestanger
- The Bee’s Knees
- Bees
- Spelling Bees
- Poetry
- The Uncertainty of the Poet
- OIC
- The WOW!
- Travel
- From a Railway Carriage
- The Six Strings
- Tarantella
- This Poem . . .
- The Strawberry-Yogurt Smell of Words
- A Dictionary of Snow
- To Lalla, Reading my Verses Topsy-Turvy
- The Dictionary Bird
- Driven to Distraction
- Pencil World
- Bookish
- Just a Book?
- Today I Read a Bus Stop
- Wise One
- Apostrophe
- Comma
- Comparisons
- Back Room Boy
- A Song about Myself
- A Boy’s Song
- The Magic Pebble
- The Magic of the Brain
- I Saw a Peacock
- The Grammarian Saw a Peacock
- What is Pink?
- First Morning
- A Feather from an Angel
- The Treasures
- A Memory
- A Drop in the Ocean
- Voices of Water
- Roots
- Bulb
- from Home Thoughts from Abroad
- A Slash of Blue
- Loveliest of Trees
- The Sensation of Well-Being
- In the Tree’s Defence
- from Blueberries
- Beetroot
- Fish and Chips
- The Potatoes My Dad Cooks
- The Storm
- The Wind in a Frolic
- The Windmill
- Daybreak
- The Moon and a Cloud
- The Star
- Star
- Stars
- Comet
- Winter Morning
- February Twilight
- Night
- One Bright September Morning
- Pleasant Sounds
- Where Go the Boats?
- The Cataract of Lodore
- Empty Places
- Out in the Desert
- Contentment
- Sun is Laughing
- Changing Places
- Smile
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Praise for Roger McGough
- Also available from Macmillan
The Bee’s Knees
The Bee’s Knees
Great hairy knees bees have as they squat
in the flowers then push off with a spring,
all six knees pumping and shoving.
With so much power they’re soon airborne, resilient, muscular, adrift.
The bee’s knees.
Brilliant.
George Szirtes
Bees
Bees
Bees
have small furry pelts
hard to keep from getting sticky.
Their languages
are dance and telepathy.
Inside each bee
is delicate machinery
a noisy watch mechanism.
Some kamikaze freely for the Empress.
Others, at the end, look back with pride
on an 8 oz jar in the supermarket.
Peter Goldsworthy
Spelling Bees
Spelling Bees
In the hive at the bottom
Of the garden live 26 bees
I have named each one
After a letter of the alphabet
A swarm is unreadable
But when they land on flowers to refuel
Or settle on the lawn to sunbathe
They spell out words like these:
sprodxk, ytplinew, hucadtr,
zdikql, wlhurbd, xseznm
It’s a difficult language
The language of bees.
Roger McGough
Poetry
Poetry
poetry don’t have to be
living in a library
there’s poetry that you can see
in the life of everybody,
a lick of paint’s the kind of thing I mean
a lick of paint’s a lovely piece of writing
the tongue of the paintbrush
giving something drab
a dab new sheen
a lick of paint’s exciting.
there are folk who like to see
Latin in their poetry
and plenty of obscurity
me for instance
(only joking)
how I like to listen to the lingo
in bingo
legs eleven
clickety-click
a lick of paint
no – sorry that ain’t one
poetry – language on a spree
I want to be
a leaf on the poetree
poetry is good for me
I think I’ll have some for my tea
John Hegley
The Uncertainty of the Poet
The Uncertainty of the Poet
I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.
I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.
I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond,
A fond poet of ‘I am, I am’ –
Very bananas,
Fond of ‘Am I bananas,
Am I?’ – a very poet.
Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?
Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a ‘very’.
I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?
Wendy Cope
OIC
OIC
I’m in a 10der mood today
& feel poetic, 2;
4 fun I’ll just – off a line
& send it off 2 U.
I’m sorry you’ve been 6 o long;
Don’t B disconsol8;
But bear your ills with 42de,
& they won’t seem so gr8.
Anon.
The WOW!
The WOW!
If History is the When?
And Science the How?
If Philosophy is the Why?
Then Poetry is the Wow!
Roger McGough
Travel
Travel
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day