Here are a few of my favourites.
I’ll start with a quickie. CS Lewis, from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, book five of the Narnia series.
Where sky and water meet,
Where the waves grow sweet,
Doubt not, Reepicheep,
To find all you seek,
There is the utter East.
It’s almost impossible for me to even think about poetry without immediately jumping to Roald Dahl. His three (?) books of poems were the BEST christmas presents ever!
Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf
As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma’s door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
And Wolfie said, “May I come in?”
Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
“He’s going to eat me up!” she cried.
And she was absolutely right.
He ate her up in one big bite.
But Grandmamma was small and tough,
And Wolfie wailed, “That’s not enough!
I haven’t yet begun to feel
That I have had a decent meal!”
He ran around the kitchen yelping,
“I’ve got to have a second helping!”
Then added with a frightful leer,
“I’m therefore going to wait right here
Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood
Comes home from walking in the wood.”
He quickly put on Grandma’s clothes,
(Of course he hadn’t eaten those).
He dressed himself in coat and hat.
He put on shoes, and after that
He even brushed and curled his hair,
Then sat himself in Grandma’s chair.
In came the little girl in red.
She stopped. She stared. And then she said,
“What great big ears you have, Grandma.”
“All the better to hear you with,” the Wolf replied.
“What great big eyes you have, Grandma.”
said Little Red Riding Hood.
“All the better to see you with,” the Wolf replied.He sat there watching her and smiled.
He thought, I’m going to eat this child.
Compared with her old Grandmamma
She’s going to taste like caviar.
Then Little Red Riding Hood said, “But Grandma,
what a lovely great big furry coat you have on.”
“That’s wrong!” cried Wolf. “Have you forgot
To tell me what BIG TEETH I’ve got?
Ah well, no matter what you say,
I’m going to eat you anyway.”
The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature’s head
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.
A few weeks later, in the wood,
I came across Miss Riding Hood.
But what a change! No cloak of red,
No silly hood upon her head.
She said, “Hello, and do please note
My lovely furry wolfskin coat.”
(I’M FAIRLY CERTAIN THESE ILLUSTRATIONS ARE BY Q BLAKE, DAHL’S LONG TIME ARTISTIC COLLABORATOR)
And I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t include a Lewis Carroll classic!
“And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head-
Do you think, at your age age, it is right?”
“I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.”
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back somersault in at the door-
Pray, what is the reason of that?”
“I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment-one shilling the box-
Allow me to sell you a couple?”
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the back-
Pray, how did you manage to do it?”
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.”
That your eye was steady as ever;
Yet, you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-
What made you so awfully clever?”
Said his father. “Don’t give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I’ll kick you downstairs!”
I’m certain that everyone alive is familiar with this one!
By Spike Milligan
One we learned in music class and sang as a round, believe it or not. Up until this moment, I had never known that it was written by Hilaire Belloc
And that’s the reason why
He very, very rarely feels
As well as you and I.
His neck is growing thinner.
Oh! what a lesson for us all
To only eat at dinner!
Of all the poems in all the children’s books in all the world, this is the one that impacts me even now. I’m instantly transported to a quiet still forrest, green and warm but devoid of birdsong; with deep dark pools all around me – each one a portal to a wondrous world, more intricate than I can even imagine.
Written by the inimitable CS Lewis in The Magician’s Nephew, first of the enchanting Narnia series.
Make your choice, adventurous stranger;
Strike the bell and bide the danger,
or wonder, till it drives you mad,
what would have followed if you had…
7 thoughts on “Hello old friends”
I eat peas with honey,
I've done it all my life,
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on my knife.
The common cormorant or shag
Lays eggs inside a paper bag
The reason you will see no doubt
It is to keep the lightning out
But what these unobservant birds
Have never noticed is that herds
Of wandering bears may come with buns
And steal the bags to hold the crumbs.
All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!
Ducks' tails, drakes' tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river!
Slushy green undergrowth
Where the roach swim—
Here we keep our larder,
Cool and full and dim.
Everyone for what he likes!
We like to be
Heads down, tails up,
High in the blue above
Swifts whirl and call—
We are down a-dabbling
Up tails all!
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