This workshop was in two parts: writing hosted by John Murphy, and art illustrations hosted by Andrea Caulfield. It was attended by 10 children.

 

A poem always starts  with a word

It could be a plane it could be a bird

I start to sing with do-re-me

I want to know that we can see

Then I let a giant fart

Pray that it won't stop my hart

But if it does you will die

I saw a mouse in my house

It was eating all my rice

I got such a fright

I got such a shock

The mouse was as big as my cot

The cat said I think I'll eat the mouse

Then I'll compose a poem about it's pain

It'll be glad to know it didn't die in vain

A lucky mouse who died for art

Living on in a poem that red the word fart

Other poems composed by the children on the day include:

The bald man

The bald man put a hare on head.

But it jumpet off when he went to bed

 

Christmas Wish-List

I want to get a kitten,

I want a new mobile phone,

And then I want some money

to buy my dog a bone.

But... maybe my dog doesn't REALLY need a bone

I'd really love a camera phone.

 

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I had a dog

Who loved to jog in a lot of fog.

He went through the bog and sat on a frog

who now is squished.

 

A man

Once a man who lost his phone did'et pay cash so he lost his home.

 

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There were two flours who had super powers.

Fighting an evil weed.

They dropped a seed and went with glee.

When the weed had vanished.

6 months after we filled the garden with laughter when the weed was dead.

So we had milk and bread.

 

Mystake

Eye doesnt mak mystakes

Eye am reely smaart

Eye no have to spelll evoreeting

ecksept gigontic

The worst poem

Ever

 

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I like beans.

I like toast.

But I wonder which one I like the most.

I like ice-cream.

I like cheese.

Can I have them all please?

 

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My brother spells spider. spyder.

because he thinks that evil sinks at the hand of a spyder.

 

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Everyone has a gardian angel

but no one believes but I don't even no,

my mum tells me they do,

my friends say they don't so tell me answer and get it out of my head!

 

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They say the moon is made of cheese.

Well I don't believe all that stuff.

Well if you went up there 

cut a slice

it would be rock solid on your sandwich.

 

My family

My Dad is a pilot,

My mum is not

My brother is a pain

My sister broke a nail

Again

 

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