Today's poem uses the word 'Snowman' from Leo, age 6. Thank you!
Even the Snowman has Brain-freeze
I’m a sowman
I’m a noham
I’m a snowmad
I’m a snowmoo
I’m a mansnow
I’m a mosnow
I’m a mansnod
I’m a snooman
I’m a snodmoo
and it’s far too cold to talk to you!
Today's poem uses the word 'Poinsettia', suggested by Kay Medway. Thank you!
Grandma’s Poinsettia
Mum buys this weird plant every Christmas
she says Grandma always got one
she says it’s a Christmas flower
but it’s not; it’s just a
random red leafy thing
but I say, “Mum, it’s a lovely flower
is that poinsettia.”
When she smiles
she looks like Grandma.
Today's poem is in honour of jelly, because jelly can be festive, too!
Buy my Try my Christmas Jelly!
Sick of all those chocolates and puddings on the telly?
Try a bowl of wibbly wobbly twinkly sparkly yummy Christmas jelly!
Tired of pigs in blankets and sprouts that make you smelly?
Have a taste of wibbly wobbly twinkly sparkly yummy Christmas jelly!
Try it, you might like it (it wiggles in your belly!)
It's wibbly wobbly twinkly sparkly yummy Christmas jelly!