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
As red as a rose – as square as a box;
As bold as a thief – as sly as a fox.
Anon.
Back Room Boy
Back Room Boy
I wrote the poem that Tommy read
In assembly today
I volunteered to be the one
Who puts the paints away
I am the playtime monitor
I take Miss Moss her tea
If someone’s needed for a job
Then that someone is me
I passed the ball to Sarah
And Sarah scored the goal
I rehearsed the play with Tina
Prepared her for the role
I like to work behind the scenes
Not in the spotlight’s glare
But I thought I’d write this poem
To remind you I am there
Roger Stevens
A Song about Myself
A Song about Myself
There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see –
There he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red –
That lead
Was as weighty,
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England –
So he stood in his shoes
And he wonder’d
He wonder’d,
He stood in his
Shoes and he wonder’d.
John Keats
A Boy’s Song
A Boy’s Song
Where the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and o’er the lea,
That’s the way for Billy and me.
Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That’s the way for Billy and me.
Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thick and greenest;
There to trace the homeward bee,
That’s the way for Billy and me.
Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free,
That’s the way for Billy and me.
Why the boys should drive away
Little sweet maidens from the play,
Or love to banter and fight so well,
That’s the thing I never could tell.
But this I know, I love to play,
Through the meadow, among the hay;
Up the water and o’er the lea,
That’s the way for Billy and me.
James Hogg
The Magic Pebble
The Magic Pebble
My favourite thing is a pebble
That I found on a beach in Wales
It looks like any other
But its magic never fails
It does my homework for me
Makes difficult sums seem clear
School dinners taste delicious
It makes teachers disappear
It turns water into lemonade
A bully into a frog
When I’m in need of company
It becomes a friendly dog
One, two, three and Whoosh!
You’re in a foreign land
Space travel is so easy
Simply hold it in your hand
Close your eyes and make a wish