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Here are
the winning poems. Remember, each poem had to use the same rhyme all
the way through. The poems are in order of age - youngest first. Well
done the winners
and thanks to everyone who entered.
Prizes are on their way, together with
an extra prize for the schools with the best group entries. If, for
any reason, your prize doesn't arrive - let us know at the usual address.
The
Yellow-Lipped Sea Krait by Cole
Teller (aged 7)
The Yellow Lipped Sea Krait
Saw some bait
And was late
For a very important date
To mate.
Whale
by Ashleigh Thwaites (aged 7)
There was a whale
Who had a pet snail
The snail had a long tail
The whale was a male
Who had mail for the snail
After the whale had given the mail
To the snail, it started to hail
The snail found a nail
After it started to hail
The snail failed to bang the nail
Instead he banged his tail!
Sally
the Flea by Jack Margetson (aged
7)
My name is
Sally the flea
I had an injury
So I really, really
Need a cup of tea
To make me feel happy
I live on a monkey
Called Lee
Who is really funky
And swings from a tree
Until tea
When its tea
We all have spaghetti
Followed by really
Really runny
Honey
A Week in May by Alice Margetson (aged
9)
Hello, my name's Jaye.
Hi, my name's Faye.
We're sisters and this is what we did in a week in May:
On Monday,
We went to the park to play.
At the park we met Kay and Ray.
On Tuesday,
We went to school wearing grey.
At school we learnt about the railway.
On Wednesday,
We walked to school a different way.
After school, we went to Broomey Croft Farm
and fed the horses some hay.
On Thursday,
After school we made some cats out of clay,
Then we went to the sweet shop and bought some sweets
and went to pay,
On Friday,
We stayed over with Kay and Ray,
for tea we had biscuits on a tray.
Everybody liked that day.
On Saturday,
It snowed, so we played on the sleigh,
That was like a holiday.
On Sunday,
Then we went out on our bikes and found a stray.
She was very friendly, we're going to call her May!
The Eg Poem by
Ellie Steele (aged 9)
I had a friend called Meg
She had a broken leg
She would rather have a broken peg!
'I don't want a broken leg',
I beg.
I would rather eat a smelly egg
I really don't want a broken leg!
If
I Could Disappear by Alysha Bhatti
(aged 9)
Wouldn't it be queer
If I could disappear
And then reappear
Run with the deer
Fly without a fear
With gulls on the pier
Explore every frontier
There and here
With none to interfere
As in space I steer
Like a supersonic spear
And overhear
Plans that domineer
This celestial sphere.
And if I persevere
In this pursuit premier
Then how crystal clear
Is my choice of career?
Aerospace engineer
Army brigadier,
With gadgets and gear.
Police volunteer,
Invisible cashier,
A magic puppeteer!
Or could I just adhere
To the precious tear
Of the prayer sincere
Or be a souvenir
That could bring some cheer
To those far and near
Whose pain is severe,
All through the year.
But imagine how my mum dear
Would comment if she'd hear
Of my ideas revere
She'd say, pulling my ear,
"My little girl's a mere
IMAGINEER."
My
Baby Sister Doesn't Like Pants by
Gareth Dwyer (aged 10)
Some are too loose and
some are too tight
Some are too heavy some are too light
And then there are the ones that are not the right height.
Don't put on these or she will give you a fight
She will kick and kick and kick and bite
If you find a pair that is very bright
Then you might lucky she might, might, might
Say that these are just right to wear at night.
Liar! by
Sarah-Lynn Robinson (aged 11)
There once was a man who
said he could juggle fire,
But quickly I found out that he was being a liar.
For as he threw the torches higher and higher,
He was soon in urgent need of eir*
Let me tell you, he's not one who will inspire!
For juggling this dangerous
fire,
There are many things you should require.
You must have much confidence and desire,
And be a good, but safe trier.
To do this scary trick with fire.
And now that his time in
the hospital will soon expire,
He told me he'll be a pro on the high wire!
*eir means
help
Small
Things by Anya Sun Corke (aged
12)
Appreciate the splendours
benevolent Nature brings
And the poetic inspiration of the gracious Springs
Those eves that resound with notes the thrush sings
The wood pools that shimmer like a hundred rings
And the grace of the swan with its lustrous wings -
Appreciate, too, the garden
with the broad swings
Girdled around with trees, like the crown of kings
The silken spider web that across the grass slings
(A delicate creation of fragile interwoven strings)
The windblown rose that to the hedge tightly clings -
Appreciate life for all
those small, wondrous things!
The
Truth About Teens by Suchaita
Tenneti (aged 15)
"Blue frizzy hair
and green nails all astray;
Earrings and eye rings and nose rings that sway;
Leather coats and woolen shoes and fur coats in May;
Books and lessons are all kept at bay,
But parties and concerts-they never delay!
The library to them is very gray,
But they line up at theatres in long arrays!
From kings and presidents, they keep away,
But to actors and singers-they loyally pray!
To their parents and teachers, they are a dismay
For in front of the television, they simply decay!"
So they say of the Teens of today.
"But that's not always true!" I say.
"We work hard and our talents, we display;
To temptation and distraction, we seldom fall prey,
To obstacles and challenges, we never say "Nay!"
We don't just dream and scream all day,
We work for our society; we don't always play!
Bringing joy to people makes us gay!
For Anne Frank's diary, large sums folks willingly pay,
Joan of Arc's bravery is an excellent theme for an essay!
Some Teens misbehave and principles do slay,
But we're not all that way!"
So, Dear Readers, let rumors and stories not betray-
We're all good people and need appreciation, okay?
We had
some excellent poems sent in for this competition. Alas, they couldn't
all win. Here are the best of the rest.
RUNNERS UP
Kangaroo
Stew by Lauren Payne (aged 11)
One day there was a kangaroo
He got in a boat and went to a zoo
Then he dived in an Irish Stew
He said "Oh no I'm turning to glue!"
He went to the vet and said, "Boohoo
I think I'm going to end up like you!"
Vet said, " How dare you, you bad kangaroo
Excuse me now I'm going to sue
The zoo that shipped in the Kangaroo!"
The vet got up and killed
poor Roo!
Then he went into the zoo
He got the keeper and said "Oi, You,
How dare you cause this Hullabaloo!
A kangaroo,
From an Aussie zoo,
Saying I look like a lump of 'goo'!
Keeper said, "Don't sue poor Roo,
It was all because of The Irish Stew!
Then the vet said " If all this is true,
How come I can't see an Irish Stew!"
Keeper said " If you
go and find Sue,
The person that plays the didgeridoo
She shall give you the Irish Stew.
So went vet to try and find Sue,
He found and said, " Do you have the stew,
That turned the Roo into glue?"
" Yes I do and I shall give it to you,
But did you know that this stew of glue,
Has been renamed to.
! KANGAROO STEW!
Jelly
Fish by Sian Bigger (aged 7)
A jelly fish made a horrible
hiss
That jelly fish made a great big wish
And he wished he had a kiss
He went out in the garden at a swish
He went to a restaurant called carrot squish
In that restaurant he found a seaweed dish
In that room he made a wish
Then he went into the kitchen at a swish
He then threw a ball and missed
Then he made a great big hiss
Then he wished
He had a kiss
Then he picked up a dish
And swam away at a swish
Bumblebee
by Sophie Wilton (aged 9)
I had a friend called Bumblebee,
She fell over and hurt her knee,
I gave her a cold squashed pea,
She came home with a house key,
To lock me in a room with a flea,
She let me go with a silly key,
And so I jumped with glee,
All because she hurt her knee,
Again, silly Bumblebee.
Naughty
Sam! by Katherine Hinchcliffe
(aged 8)
" I've lost my shoe
".
"Go away Sue !"
" But Mum I need to go to the loo. "
And can I take my friend to the zoo ?
Can I take Matt too?
Can we go in my canoe ?
Mum Sam spilt some glue !
Ball
by Andrew Parsons (aged 7)
I went in the hall,
To get a ball,
When I was small
Against the wall.
But when I was tall,
I had a fall,
And I had a friend Paul
And that is all.
Smelly
by Naomi Ord (aged 9)
Once I saw a smelly cat
The smelly cat caught a reeking rat
The reeking rat caught a pongy gnat
The pongy gnat bit my whiffy hat
My whiffy hat squashed my fetid mat
My fetid mat killed a stinking bat
The stinking bat pulled my pungent plait.
Bored
by Jamie Bryson-Offen
I'm bored, I'm bored -
I smashed my head
I'm bored, I'm bored - I broke the bed
I'm bored, I'm bored - I kicked my head
I'm bored, I'm bored - the garden's dead
I'm bored, I'm bored - I went to bed
Great scott! I'm nearly dead.
At the Beach by Kelsi Smith (aged
12)
I went to the beach with
my pet
He jumped in the water and got very wet
Although he was hard to get
I got my puppy out with a net
We sat there and watched the sunset
And then we rode off in our jet
You're
Not Me by Francescsca Nyman (aged
14)
You're not me, you do not
have my imagination
You will never know my interpretation
of this crazy nation
you'd do well in school with a bit more application
they say, causing me much agitation
I can live my own life without your dictation
to my world you'd need an invitation
I'll stun you with my awesome alliteration
and steady dedication
you can't mark this or grade it - it's my creation
my salvation.
Andy
and I by Cally Steadman (aged
14)
The love story of Andy
and I
Here's the love story of me,
Well it's pretty sad you see.
He's the one I'd like to be,
Just having a picnic under a tree.
Or even sailing out to sea,
It wouldn't bother me.
I'm stuck with us three,
They don't know he's the one I fancy.
The one some day I'd like to marry,
I guess I should let him be,
And I'm left with... me.
I haven't got my Andy.
The
Father Daughter Race by Hannah
Ortiz (aged 13)
Today is the Father Daughter Race,
You must have a fast pace
Though entering the race,
Is as simple as lace
Beating your dad is the case
The gun starts the race,
We start at a slow pace
But well into the race,
you can see the sweat on our face
We see the end of the race,
Our dads' sweaty face
So we slow down the speedy pace,
To make our dads' feel that they won the race
Blame by Rikki Crowley (aged 15)
She had all the blame.
Her mother's heart was full of shame.
How could this young girl play a stupid game?
Now she had to make a new
baby's name.
She wonders if it will be the same.
Never able to be tame.
She is the one that takes the blame.
Claire
by Emma Harding and Charlotte
Wilkins (aged 12)
There once was a girl called
Claire,
who ran away and came back at the fair,
when she came back she played truth or dare,
and the bottle landed on Claire.
Her dare was to fight a
big strong bear,
so she walked into his big dark lair,
on that bear was a lot of hair,
She caught her coat, it made a tear.
It gave her a fright as
its eyes did stare,
that jolly well gave her a scare,
She took a deep breath, breathed in the air,
she ran out and wished she never had the dare.
Love
by Laura Griffiths (aged 14)
True love is hard to come by
But you make my heart fly
You don't even have to try
But one bad word from you makes me cry
This isn't a lie
Without you, I think I'd die.
We also
had a lot of entries that, unfortunately, were disqualified because
they didn't fulfil the competition rules. Each poem HAD to rhyme
all the way through. It was a shame as some of the poems were
very good indeed. So, there's a lesson for you all. Before entering
a competition - Read The Rules Thoroughly! Here's just one of the
best.
A
Poem Is an Inspiration by Sarah
B. Bernardo (age 8)
A poem is an inspiration
Of feeling and creation
It lifts your mind with a saying
And sometimes makes sure your heart's obeying.
It takes care of your imagination
So, it a beautiful inspiration!
It's sometimes exciting
And makes you feel like reciting.
A poem is like a place
you've never been to
Or a spirit lifter when you're feeling blue.
A poem is something to let your spirit and your mind
Tell a thought
Or something you brought.
If you want to express
yourself
Write a poem
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