The Treasure Chest The pick of the best poems from May - July 2002 The Arts by Adam Clarke (aged 11) A world of acting Smiling is the audience's only expression Entertain the audience, they say But instead, the audience entertain you. On stage the lights, the flashes, the emotions. You feel a central warmth as the laughter lashes your face The best part... You go home hailing your happiness Cutting Down Trees by Naafiah Saleem (aged 11) Why do we cut trees down, I know its to make a big town. But I think you don't understand , That animals need forest land. They live peacefully in holes, But we prefer to put up poles. On branches some build their nests, But to us they are terrible pests. Why do we cut trees down? I can't help but frown. How careless can people be, To cut down a harmless tree. Fright by Lydia Ankrom (aged 11) I am the one that tickles your toes In the night. I make you scream and squeal in fright. I am the one that you fear far or near. When I am around you can sense my decay. Your mummy will tell you I do not exist, but the truth is that here I will always stay! I am the one that makes you shiver after a story full of horror. I am the one that will make you jump up and yell for your blanky. I am always here... I am FEAR! Dance by Kia Kidd (aged 10) Through the dancing flames of desire My heart will always be one with yours. There may be a rough road ahead But our souls will dance to the breaking point. Battle by Kia Kidd (aged 10) As long as new stars are born, There will always be battles. But to look through all the hard times Is like winning a thousand wars. World's End by David Wieland (aged 9) Whirlpool, wrapping around the world Fiery Ice freezing it Trodden and streaked by hate The crust is duller, and the jewel we call Earth is ancient and gone. Piano by Benjamin Gajus (aged 8) Piano. The music. Hear it. The smooth flatness of the keys like skating on ice. The way your hands answer to the keys. The never-stop side to side flow, Like the tides going in going out. Your fingers skate across the keys as you play a piece. The cool. The side to side and down. The feathery fingertips roll and soft slow drop. The keys and your fingers are one. Feel your hands cramping. Feel the burning beneath your fingers. Know where every key is without looking. Piano. The music. Hear it. A Banana's Dream by Andrew Blonigan A banana dreams he knew martial arts To defend himself from peelers. He dreams he could use judo on little boys and girls. He dreams he could karate chop Parents trying to cut him up for muffins. He dreams of earning a black belt In Tae Kwan Do. He dreams that he could run free, Fight anyone, anywhere and anytime. A banana dreams he knew martial arts. Claws by Alex Palphreyman (aged 8) She slips out of the cat flap into the dark night with only the moon as light. She climbs up the tallest tree into the darkness. Her mind lets her fly up to the bright silver moon She makes her way up through the shining stars. As she slowly lands on the moon she looks down at the small world below. As the power in her mind wears off she slowly and silently drifts down to the small world below. Dragon by Emily Stevens (aged 7) Dances in the street Runs with the Buddha After those red envelopes Goes for the pearl One of a kind New Year creature Changes by Katherine Underhill (aged 9) I like the rusty hinges I like the bumpy slide I like the swaying trees As they softly cry I like the creaking floorboards and the bright green clock as I wake up in the morning to the loud "tick tock" I like the creepy insects the odd spider in the bath I wonder if our next house is as lovely as our last! Fire by Karis (aged 12) It looks so harmless, just sitting there in it's bed. Seemingly playful War is Bad by Ian Maxwell (aged 11) World War 1 was the war to end all wars. But then came World War 2 Why didn't they learn? I've been through two wars and I'm through You've been through none and look at you Playing with your toy tanks Blowing up toy banks, So, You want to be a soldier? Can't wait till you're older? If you become one, you'll end up like me, With one leg and not able to see. So please learn my lesson, learn from me Have two legs and be able to see. Stay at home, be with your friends, Don't live to the middle Live to the end. A New Face by Edward Lee I go to St.Charles school and so do you, But for once we saw someone new! A poet who experienced a lot of odd things, He put in a poem, added angels with wings. Then he was famous everyone asked for his autograph, Surprisingly even from the members of staff! We had a visit by the poet, Brian Moses, to our school. He inspired me to write my poem 'A New Face'. Blue by Jonathan Smith (aged 12) blue is like a thousand wolf howls, blown by the icy wind. blue is like a thousand crystal shafts, falling down a void. blue is a cool, clear waterfall or a bubbling mountainous stream. blue is an icy stare of a long forgotten witch. blue is the sands of a beach swept by time. blue is the depression of knowing you must brave the cold winds and arctic seas. blue is like the tears of a new born child. blue is like a king with a heart of snow. blue is the winds that blow over long, lost creaky castles. Not Thinking by Danielle Jackomin When I'm not thinking, (which I do a lot) I like watching cows jump over the sun while old Mother Hubbard finds some chicken bones, while Jack gets scolded for playing with fire, and the old lady who lives in shoe decides to trade places with Rapunzel (which is not quite good because she's afraid of heights) When I'm not thinking I like to watch Tinkerbell lose her crown and while Goldilocks comes tumbling down. Colours Haiku by Lauren Gray & Fiona Buckley I like most colours My favourite colour is blue I also like red The opt. and the pess. by Kath Brandt (aged 12) Today would be a lovely day for a picnic! But I guarantee that it will rain and the ants will eat it! What about a bike ride? Did you know that 1,500 people (because of bikes) each year die? How about a nice book to read? That sounds as pleasant as live calamari! Don't you want to have some fun? Get a lot of work done? No, why don't we just stay at home... Earth by Natalia Viteri (aged 8) Earth is one big EYE at night but not a fright! Earth at night has an EYE that Opens don't be frightened At morning Earth closes the EYE. Are you happy now? The Earth is beautiful at morning and night. Nature covers the ugliness and shows the beauty so don't be scared and be Very Happy. Lost by Laura (aged 11) I try to remember What to say But I forget Because I am millions of miles away I see the clear blue Of your eyes Peeking up at me I forget about your lies I am lost in your eyes Lost in the blue I am lost And I don't know what to do I try to remember What to say But I forget Because I am millions of miles away Tada!!! by Heidi and Erin (aged 11?) I do acrobatics It is really fun Cartwheels and handstands Thanks to my mum Why do you think I said that 'Cause she taught me all day long She always cheers me on ...TADA !!! Old by Laura Sumner (aged 12) Outside where the winds are cold and where the rocks are ancient and old, there sits a person on a cliff, watching the ocean, his mind adrift He recalls the days when he was young when no song was left unsung when no story was left unread when no saying was left unsaid Then he looks back to yesterday no children came out to play he looks at the sky and wonders why everything has changed Then he realises that he is not young that some songs are left unsung some stories are left unread some sayings are left unsaid Outside where the winds are cold where the rocks are ancient and old there sits a person on a cliff watching the ocean his mind adrift Space by Nicholas Hills (aged 12) Endless fathoms of cavernous dark, Reaching out to the farthest imaginable places. Millions of pinpricks of light, Floating in the vast expanses of the ceaseless universes. Glimmering galaxies, A flaming, blazing sun illuminating one and all at each centre. Planets dispersed throughout the rings of stars, Indicating the finish to one of a million adventures. A rocket from us, with our men, On a mission to find out more. Asking one of the infinite questions, About the mysterious but glorious thing that surrounds us, Space. Goodbye by Jessica Michelle Black (aged 12) Alone by a river a little girl hides tears streaming madly as she cries and cries drying her tears she begins to wonder why her dear daddy had left without saying goodbye the little girl's grown now, but she still wonders why her daddy had left without saying goodbye 33 years old now when a stranger walks up and with a sigh says, I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye Forever by Lor (aged 12) I heard your name Being whispered in the wind It flew from your lips To my ears I heard the song you once sang Being sung into the ocean It washed up on the shore And floated to my heart I heard the poem you once wrote for me Sealed inside your soul Forgotten tales you never told Of a lover's woe I heard the word you once whispered Before you left me alone The way you wanted us to be - Forever. Time by Chad (aged 12) Ticking away Irratating sound when trying to sleep Music to a lonely person Endless life Harry Potter by Thomas Shelley (aged 9) Harry Potter, Harry Potter Now is getting hotter Hogwarts School is so big Professor McGonagall turned her desk into a pig I'm Not by Maddie Mahany (aged 12) I'm not supposed to like you I'm not supposed to care I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there I'm not supposed to wonder were you are and what you do I'm not supposed to be falling Falling in love with you Our Animal Family by Alice and Jack Margetson (aged 8 and 6) My mum is like a tiny worker ant Because she is always busy and wears dark clothes like an ants body My brother Jack is like a bear Because he's very big and rough and brown My Nan Maggie is like a butterfly Because she is gentle and soft My cousin Sophie is like a monkey Because she chatters on the phone My cousin Craig is like a dog Because he keeps coming then going like a dog fetching a stick My sister Alice is like a queen bee Because she is very small, very bossy, always moving,and never still, My crazy Dad is like a big chunky gorilla Because he's really big and silly and he's the boss. Submarines by Aaron Kramer (aged 9) Strong Unsinkable Broad Metal Active Reinforced Interesting Nautical Enormous Smooth A Recipe for a Friend by Carr Head Primary Group I (aged 9) Slice the kindness evenly Mix the promises carefully And put it into a bowl of friendship Throw in the laughter joyfully Sieve away sadness and chop up the baddies Grill for 10 minutes Until the friendship is golden. Diary by Heidi & Erin (aged 12)* One day I wrote in my diary, That afternoon my Dad found it It had some personal things in it So I went and ripped it out But before I could my Dad had read it I felt so embarrassed *Are you eleven or twelve? Or did you both have a birthday in between the poems you sent? Shadow by Max (aged 11) I am like a shadow overcasting life I bring back with me the sad but they tell me no more I stop bewildered but willingly I do as I was told I watch but I soon see that they are still sad aching moaning weeping I bring them back now they call me the Grim Reaper no more but the dark Santa Clause the gold shadow Elf by Charity G. Durfee (aged 11) Elf is Laughing, giggling, everywhere Flying upside down painting leaves red and yellow. Upside Down by J.F. (aged 11) The trees are upside down, And so are many faces... Why has the world turned over on me? Overdue by Taylor Machelle Rueter (aged 10) What do I do? What do I do? This library book Is 42 years overdue. I admit that it's mine But I can't pay the fine Should I turn it in Or hide it again? What do I do? What do I do? Rainbow Eyes by Allison Tyler (aged 12) You were my prayer every night, I wished you'd look at me. My wish was for your trust, if you'd look at me - you'd see. Why don't you just go on a journey. You could understand the world. Chorus: Baby, look inside of me. You would find a rainbow in my eyes. Keep looking and you'll find my treasure. It's all in my eyes so don't stare at the skies. The day I least expected anything. You walked by me smiling. I turned around but knew I'd stare at the ground. The rainbow's not in the clouds. (Chorus) I have rainbow eyes so don't look at the skies. Just look at me. Registration by Sean Stephenson (aged 8) Sean Stephenson Here, Miss Lewis Garham Here, Miss Michael Shumaker Racing, Miss Frank Bruno Boxing, Miss David Beckham Goal, Miss Leonardo Di Caprio Titanic Sunk, Miss Mr Scott Hartlepool United Rule, Miss Regrets by Alexandra Margot Himelblau (aged 12) When we got in a fight I thought the world would end We glared each other up a storm At the letters we would send I said that she was ugly She told me I was fat I said that she was nothing She said that she's all that As the days went on They all started to blur I thought of it day and night Dreading the day of seeing her The next day she said sorry - I ignored that fact Decided not to think But put up a good act Days and months and years went past As I remember the time we had last Thinking of all the times we laughed But that is now all in the past I Hold in My Hand by Carlie Hiott (aged 11) I hold in my hand a key, A key for you and a key for me. A key that will unlock the door, The door of peace forever more. The door will lead to the future, I hold in my hand... the future. Soap by Ali (aged 12) I'm washing my hands when a bee lands on my soap it's stuck in bubbles The Caps Lock Button Has A Piece Of Chewing Gum Stuck Behind It by Lawrence Dunn (aged 11) tHis iS MY fiRsT tIME TYpinG, I@m geTTiNG A cOmpuTER THIs weeK OnlY $644, AnD Im reaIIy LoOkINg ForWArd TO it> PlEasE PriNt ThIS aS iM rEalLY LooOkInG fOrwAREd To sEE mY PoeM oN thE INtERneT The Wink by Christina McCausland (aged 12) All the other kids stare at me Wondering who I might be I feel scared , big and shy If I trip I know I'll die They already have their own groups Why should they let me join their troops? I walk slowly towards the back row My feet shuffle and my head hangs low Then finally into a seat I sink When the girl beside me gives a wink I stare at her my voice lost in surprise as she smiles through almond-shaped eyes. Then I manage a small wink back wondering, "Is this the friend I lack?" But to this day we've never been apart All because of a simple wink that warmed my lonely heart My World by Amanda D (aged 11) My world isn't exactly perfect It hardly ever goes right. But I guess that's just the flow of life. You can't tell me I have it easy Because technically I don't. I couldn't just sit here And talk about my world Because I wouldn't know where to begin. That's how complicated it is. My world is strange yet beautiful. My world is mean but kind. My world is my world and that's all that's true and matters in my world just me and you. This Stevens Guy by Jamie Finch (aged 11) I laughed and giggled as I sat in my seat, but I had to get up, and stand on my feet! I had to announce to the whole wide world! how great Kathy is, she's a fantastic girl! Then she told me that it wasn't her poem, it was by a guy named Stevens from her homeland. I sat there, my mouth hanging, my face full of surprise It's amazing how you can like someone so much, don't know the person, but like their writing style, like their writing, flavor, personality I like this Stevens guy! Color Me by Kandie Girl (aged 11) Color me purple Color me blue Color me any colour For I am the same as you Beachcomber by John and Adam (aged 9 and 7) Monday I found a sailor's hat, All ripped and worn out Faded by the salty sea. Tuesday an old fishing net, All torn and ripped That came off an old sailing boat. Wednesday a barrel of jellyfish, Still alive and still fierce I didn't disturb them. Thursday an old coin, All worn and bronze I took it back for my collection. Friday bits of glass, All pointy and sharp Glittering in the sun. Saturday I found nothing, Just an old leathery coat And a worn out bicycle . Sunday I go to church, I look through the window, At the dark red sea. Heart by Alison Moody (aged 11) I chose my heart to be with you. I left it here and it broke in two. Bullies by David Andrew Carlozzi (aged 11) Bullies act tough, but they are really scared inside When kids see them coming, they run fast and hide If I could just talk a little louder, and make them see That picking on smaller kids isn't the cool way to be Bullies are not bad, they are just like you and me They just need a friend to show them the right way to be Rainbow Morning by Jesse Benjamin (aged 11) A touch of grey A sweep of pink A starry twinkle Add a wink A swish of silver A slap of cream Of misty moonlight In drizzling stream A slash of purple A bit of blue A twinkling white The sparkling dew A flicker of yellow A hint of marine A shaft of sunlight A swirl of green A wave of gold It's coming near A rosy red Now morning's here! Treasure Is... by Hannah Gent (aged 11) To a pirate, money to a bear, honey to a child, a wish to a cat, a fish to a worker, rest to a bird, a nest to a tree, soil to a hinge, oil to a foot, a tickle to cheese, a pickle to a vampire, necks to Posh, Becks to a pauper, a loan to a dog, a bone to a tyrant, slaughter to a flower, water to a scientist, an idea to a terrorist, fear to an orphan, a home to Caesar, Rome to a carnivore, meat to an Inuit, heat to a player, a goal to a ghost, a soul to this poem, an end but to me, a true friend. Rhyming River! by Emma Maple River,river flowing by, River, river current high. River, river small and thin, River, river meandering. River, river evenly flowing, River, river where are you going? River, river fast and furious, River,river very curious. River,river very fast, River, river home at last! Love the Little Things by Kathy Brandt (aged 12) Love the little things, all things great and small, Love the season of spring, Winter, summer, and fall. Love each tiny crocus, fighting against the snow, Pay attention and notice, And you'll find things you didn't know, like the rain drops on the roses, the scent of fresh flowers, how the clouds seem magical to a small child. Love each bare foot in wet morning dew grass, and love each songbird that you pass. Love all the tiny things you never cared to notice, love each season, cloud, and crocus. Love it and live your life to its limit, sing a joyful song, because you can't wish you had cared about them, after you have gone. Moonlight by William King (aged 9) One night I sat upon a hill, And wondered to myself, Why did not the moonlight lie here on this misty eve, Then I saw a ghostly figure slipping through the mist, I got suspicious on that hill and plunged after him, I drove through muck, I drove though grime, I even ripped my sweater, But despite my pain he led me to a dreary glen Where a silver rim of light escaped from a box, He crept up slyly to the box and opened the rim wide, And what I saw there made me laugh and cry out loud, The moon, And then he saw me, With a sweep of his great hand he bore me off to death So I will never know his secret of the moon. De Summer by Red Group (aged 8 and 9) De hot, de warm, de very long summer De sweaty head, de sweaty belly De face turn red, go back to bed De programme on de telly De birds do play, we shout hurray De big wave splashes on this day De burning sun, it burns my bum De mum says go and play De coast guard sez, you play with Les De sea all warm and bright De shark chase me, it bit my hand And I got a terrible fright Spring by Katie Kragh (aged 10) A dragonfly on a lily pad A pond in a meadow The wind taps my face as I lay on the soft grass The sun suddenly hides behind a dark cloud Something wet hits my face Is it the pond? No, it is the sky shedding its first tear of joy Spring is here Beach by Kristofer G and Robert Bland (aged 9 and 7) Monday I found a starfish Dried up and leathery I threw it back to dance in the sea Tuesday a bottle of spirits And a barrel of oranges I'll take them home for my collection. Wednesday a message in a bottle, Came to shore It was in a language I hadn't seen before. Thursday thirty bob Covered in sand Hidden behind the rocks. Friday a treasure chest Full of jelly fish And a golden coin. Saturday I sat down And found nothing With a loud cold. Sunday I went to church And I was happy With my family. What I Am and What I Am Not by Cristina (aged 11) I am not a painter, but I paint pictures, I am not a carver, but I carve images, I am not a singer, but my work sings, I am an artist, and my tools, words. Near the Beach by Georgia Millard (aged 11) Near the beach Hard to reach Great big waves On sunny days A brilliant blue Bird's eye view Up at the cliffs You can see the ships A salty taste A lovely place The place to be, is by the SEA! Flicking Through by Lawrence Dunn (aged 11) Flicking through A world of new. A thought for me, A trilogy. A silent murmur, A character. "He's" and "She's", "Can I look at one, please?" A horror of words, Imaginary birds. Black lines which hook; A wonderful? ...book Fire of a Colt by Alesya Jennings (aged 12) breaths blowing and sweat glistening on their flanks cantering through the lush green meadow bays, apys and palominos chased by their own desire no smells going through the night almost there stop drink go leave no one behind colts flying not like the wind but like an untrained circus star they made it stop live rest retire Christmas Thanks by Georgia Millard (aged 11) Dear Grandad A piece of paper I can draw a million things I love it And I see you got my sister Some fake ruby rings! Waiting by Carolyn Harris (aged 9) Standing on a hill One small pine tree Watching and waiting Waiting and watching Oh joy oh joy, someone has come Oh, it's just the wind Hi, I'm William Jackson. Roger Stevens came to our school and we wrote some kennings. Here are mine. Can you guess who they are? 1 great player swift prancer racket smasher ball splitter net snapper Canadian wacker 2 fat bumper film star green machine onion layer stinky monster smelly ogre 3 Olympic competitor jumping challenger record breaker sand smasher Greg Rudeski, Shrek, Jonathon Edwards African Poem by Mica Cuts (aged 8) were you been to? grandmama what you get? bread and cheese were mine? on de shelf sposse I fall I don' care wicked pickney you na care! You Forgot by Donna Elizabeth White You forgot the songs of the stars You forgot the promises to the fairies You forgot how to whisper with the trees You forgot to hide like an elf You forgot how to fly like a griffon You forgot how to fight a dragon You forgot the wizards I've never forgotten you But you've forgotten me. Mum by Amy (aged 11) Mum Always busy Fun, Active, Cheerful Like a golden tiger prowling Like two mothers for me and for work Makes me feel Lucky Luckier than the luckiest person on earth Mum Always there! The Ghost by Jackie Harman (aged 11) Gliding silently and still through the hall; Moon beams illuminating the pearly white figure. A spider falling through the white mist, Tears drip on the floor. Sad memories of life drift away. Quiet the tears drip from the mist, Of the girl who died away. Her head, it droops With sadness. Trees by Ben Brostoff (aged 10) A Community Neighbours working together Striving for life Trees coming and going Doing their part in our growing world A helping hand for all If only we would do that My Friend, Myself by Erin (aged 11) I had a friend But I made myself mad I lost it I did the wrong thing I cried to myself But myself turned away I lost myself myself lost me we lost each other I lost my friend The perfect friend when I was alone my friend was there laughed when I laughed cried when I cried And I lost my friend My friend lost me We lost each other William Shakespeare by Lucy Goodwin (aged 10) William Shakespeare, Felt rather queer After having a dream, About strawberries and cream. Just by Christina (aged 10) I was sitting on his lap just talking when suddenly he bent back and closed his eyes he did not wake when I called him then suddenly I heard a voice just calling it rose from above and came to me "It's time to move on in everyone's life I am 67 and you're a young girl" As I cried I saw the angel rise from above my eyes were wet as I saw him leave but I loved him still. The next morning he was at my bed "I need a hug before I leave." Although he's gone I know he's with me in my heart watching and loving me always (4 U Grandad) Cure by John Nguyen (aged 9) Hate can be scared Hate can be destroyed Love - the only cure that lies within Like fire being washed away Gone Love has been the bandage The Reader of This Poem by Precious Pridding- Bell (aged 11) The reader of this poem is an old lady. The reader of this poem is a big juicy head The reader of this poem is a pig. The reader of this poem is a big shiny car. The reader of this poem is a mum. The reader of this poem is a fat head. The reader of this poem is a bad little girl. The reader of this poem is a bad boy. The reader of this poem is a baby's smelly bottom. The reader of this poem is an old smelly dictionary. The reader of this poem is a small baby puppy. I'm Feeling Bad! by Ben (aged 9) I'm feeling murderous! I'm feeling big, cross, Ill treated! I'm feeling stinking, raging, un-useful, criminal! I'm feeling hot, unused, slaving! I'm feeling hanged, destroyed, cut up and burnt! I'm feeling poor, begging, In despair! I'm feeling like an animal! I'm feeling B- A- D! Me Toothpicks by Austin Thompson (aged 9) Trees like toothpicks Snapping and bending in the wind Burning in the fire Feeling torched Want to be loved Mother Nature by David Wieland (aged 9) A chin of gold White wind of power A haze of misty moons The World's Loss by Kirby Perry (aged 8) Fiery ice trapped in thunder Wrapping around the world's wonder The world's end Beauty by Max Graham (aged 10) Beauty Cannot be harnessed By radiating skin For beauty only dwells On the inside When I Left My House by Ellie Bailey (aged 9) I missed my room with the fantastic view of the busy town from my window And the corner where I sat when I was in a huff. I missed the floorboard that creaked as I got into bed and my secret bush that I hid in. I missed the tap that whenever I turned it on, sprayed out at me and the fridge that you could walk in. I missed my tree house where we played on the swings that creaked and the rose bed where I always kicked my brother's football. I missed the wall that we climbed and I would be the first one to fall off and the pond where we kept our fish I remembered the patch in my garden where I always fell off my bike and when I over-flowed my bath. I remembered the time my big brother climbed on the fence and pulled it over and the time I fell in the pond and scared the fish My World by Yolanda Speare (aged 8) Apples and aeroplanes Bananas and bracelets Crocodiles and cabbages Dogs and daisies Elephants and eggs Fish and freezers Giants and giraffes Hippos and hats Igloos and iguanas Jellies and jumpers Kites and kangaroos Lights and limpets Mice and men Necklaces and nibbles Octopus and olives Pickles and pianos Quilts and quails Rabbits and rainbows Scissors and snakes Televisions and temples Umbrellas and upside-down cakes Vans and vases Whales and woks X-rays and xylophones Yaks and yo-yos Zips and zebras And ME! Itsi Pitsi Curried Mice by Alec Mezzetti (aged 8) Itsi pitsi curried mice Turn around and roll the dice If you try it Is it nice? Itsi pitsi curried mice My Imagination Poem by Rachael Goulding (aged 10) It was so quiet that I could hear the baby bees sleeping sweetly in their hive It was so quiet that I heard the rain crying softly trying not to wake children It was so quiet that I could hear my toys enjoying themselves playing a game of cards, It was so quiet that I could hear the earth roll over in its sleep It was so quiet that I could hear the roses boasting to the weeds, saying how beautiful they were It was so quiet I could hear the moon congratulating the stars upon how brightly they were shining, It was so quiet I could hear the books talking to the other page It was so quiet I heard the moon sing a lullaby to the baby stars. I'm Talking Wet by Joseph (aged 9) I'm talking soggy I'm talking whoosh I'm talking dripping I'm talking sloppy I'm talking drenched I'm talking damp I'm talking moist I'm talking sprinkling, humid I'm talking WET! Would you like to zoom back to the top?