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Why Otters Don't Wear Socks by Roger Stevens .......Roger Stevens reads his poems.

Why Otters Don't Wear Socks
by Roger Stevens (Macmillan Children's Books)
This poetry book contains: laughs (including chuckles, guffaws and grins); sad moments (some); thrills (many); rhymes; haikus; rude words; adjectives (assorted); made up words (including wham-wig); nonsense and a fat penguin called Pete.

Why Otters Don't Wear Socks - Audio Books
(Macmillan Digital Audio)
Well, this is very exciting. Now you can hear me performing my own poems in this best-of collection. 59 of my favourite poems read in my very own voice.

On My Way To School I Saw a Dinosaur .......The Journal of Danny Chaucer

On My Way To School I Saw a Dinosaur
by Roger Stevens Illustrated by Michael Leigh

(Hands Up Books)
This is my first collection of poems for younger readers and it follows a year in the life of Frog Class. Find out what happens when a dinosaur comes to school; what lives in the school pond; how Billy’s worm escapes; and where the dog that jumped over the moon really landed.

The Journal of Danny Chaucer (Poet)
by Roger Stevens (Orion)
(Only available from Rabbit Press)
My book for teenagers. It's a story. It's a poem. It's about trying to get a girlfriend. It's about forming a band. It's about time you read it (if you're a teenager that is!).

I'm a very scary monster and I'm H U N G R Y..........My Secret Life!

The Monster That Ate the Universe (Macmillan Children's Books) and
The Secret Life of Pants
(A&C Black)

Both still available and bags of fun!!!!!!!

Vikings Don't Wear Pants - still available!Taking My Human For a Walk. Out of print. Try amazon.co.ukI Did Not Eat the Goldfish. Out of print. Try amazon.co.ukVikings Don't Wear Pants - still available!Taking My Human For a Walk. Out of print. Try amazon.co.uk


Interview With Roger Stevens by Roger Stevens
Roger: Hello
Roger:Hello
Are you ready?
Yes, let's go.
Where do ideas come from?
The ideas section on the supermarket shelf.
Is that true?
Yes, you just help yourself.
Why do you write?
Because the days are blue
And one night in the dark
A voice told me to.
Who are your favourite poets?
Yellow and Gold
What are your favourite colours?
Roger McGough and Arial Bold
What are your favourite rhymes?
Limes, mimes, frills and trills.
What was your favourite ever audience?
A crowd of daffodils.
If you had one wish granted
By the Muse of Poetry
What would it be?
For children of the world to live
In peace and poetry

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Hallowe'en

Darren's got a pumpkin
Hollowed out a treat
He put it in the window
It scared half the street

I wish I had a pumpkin
But I've not and it's a shame
I've got a scary carrot
But it's not the same


Mr Walton's On The Playground

Michael's ball is on the roof
And Darren's looking for a fight

Little Daisy Kilburn
Was last seen dangling from her kite

But Mr Walton's on the playground
So everything will be all right


Noel went in the girl's loo
And gave the girl's a fright

Yaseen won't let Gemma kiss him
But Derek Trubsall might

But Mr Walton's on the playground
So everything will be all right


Randeep's lost his pet rat
(He says it doesn't bite)

Michael says - Aren't people small
When viewed from this great height?

But Mr Walton's on the playground
So everything will be all right


Tommy's foot is swelling up
'Cos his laces are too tight

Now Michael's stuck up on the roof.
He'll have to stay all night.

But Mr Walton's on the playground
So everything will be er...

Where's he gone?



I Did Not Eat The Goldfish
by Scampi Cat


I did not eat the goldfish
It was not me
At the time of the crime
I was sitting in a tree

I did not eat the goldfish
That's no word of a lie.
I loved his silvery fins
And his mischievous eye

I did not eat the goldfish
I did not touch one golden scale
And I don't know why there's pondweed
Attached to my tail


A Sticky Problem
by Judy Dog


It might seem obvious to you humans
But it puzzles me every day
If he wants the stick so badly
Why does he throw it away?


C'est la Mort
(
A true historical poem)

In Paris
In the Hotel des Invalides
In the chapel of St Louis
In a red stone sarcophagus
Is a coffin

In the coffin you will find
Another, smaller coffin.



In that coffin you will find
Another, smaller coffin.


In that coffin you will find
Another, smaller coffin.


In that coffin you will find
Another, smaller coffin.



In that coffin you will find
Another, smaller coffin.



In that coffin you will find... click here


Juggling Genes

I wonder if scientists
Could give me some new genes
Genes that will build me a super-strong body
That can lift wardrobes and run
As fast as a train.
Some genes that will make my brain so clever
I can invent a giant machine that will solve
All the Earth's problems
And genes that will give me the smaller ears
Which, at the moment, tend to flap in the wind.


The Winning Goal

When I scored the winning goal
I had never felt so alone
The crowd went crazy, on their feet
But my heart sank like a stone.
They say that scoring is marvellous,
The best feeling that's ever been known.
But it's hard to take,
When you make a mistake
And the back of the net
Is your own.


Never Trust A Lemon

Never trust a lemon
It's a melon in disguise
Never trust potatoes
With shifty eyes
Never trust a radish
It repeats all that it hears
Never trust an onion
It will all end in tears


Stick Insect Haiku

I like stick insects
The only problem with them
is they look like sticks


Bat Pet

I have a pet bat
And he lives in the shed.
He sleeps when I'm out to play
And plays when I'm in bed.

This is a very old picture. I think I'd better start looking for a new one.Hi, fellow poets. I always wanted to become a writer but I had to write lots of stories and poems before my first book, The Howen, was published. After that I wrote Creeper, a scary story about two children, a dog and a boatload of monkeys and their adventures on the marsh. Since then I've had lots of poems published in all sorts of poetry books. My latest is called Why Otters Don't Wear Socks. I thought otters did wear socks. But when I found out that they didn't - well, I was so surprised - I just had to write a poem about it. I've also recorded lots of my favourite poems on an audio CD - which I'm really thrilled about - even though I had a bit of a cold when I recorded it. I only sneezed once! I live in Brighton now. I play in a band and visit schools to read and talk about my poems and stories. You can also hear me playing music if you listen to Floella Benjamin's nursery rhyme programme on CeeCeeBeeBeeCeeCeeBeeBees Radio7. And I join in the acting too, sometimes. But you need to be under six to really enjoy that programme. I've a story in the Macmillan Book of Pirate stories, too, and a new anthology coming out in the autumn of 2008 called Let's Recycle Grandad. Watch out for it!

And for those of you who have read this far... here's me reading another poem...



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This is the last line of a poem that appeared earlier. I know it looks odd all on its own.  Check out the earlier poem.


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