Balloonery Buffoonery!
I hate balloons in packets,
red ones are the worst.
I hate them being blown up,
it scares me when they burst.
They’re nastically plasticky,
they’re ballistically blasticky,
they’re drastically nasticky,
they’re bloodthirstically bombasticky!
I hate balloons at parties
if they’re in the hands of boys.
Or if the magician twists an animal
and there’s that squeaky balloony noise.
It’s excruciatingly nauseating,
it’s frustratingly abominating,
it’s gratingly penetrating,
it’s inflatingly aggravating!
I hate balloons at Christmas
when they’re dangling from the tree.
I shove my fingers in my ears,
in case they pop and scare me.
They’re ponderously wonderous,
they’re plunderously sunderous,
they’re murderously blunderous,
they’re gunpowderously thunderous!
(I’m the only balloonophobic in the balloonophobicphonebook!)
John Rice
The author encourages parents, teachers and librarians to read the poems to children and young people. However, the poems are copyright John Rice 2014 and cannot be reproduced without the express permission of the author.
Random Poetry!
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Me And My Sister
Me and my sister weregreatest of friends,
greatest of friends,
greatest of friends.
Me and my sister were
greatest of friends,
the greatest of friends
in the townland.
Me and my sister wereclose as two waves,
close as two waves,
close as two waves.
Me and my sister were
close as two waves,
as close as two waves
on the ocean.
Me and my sister werelost in the snow,
lost in the snow,
lost in the snow.
Me and my sister were
lost in the snow,
lost in the snow
in the winter.
Me and my sister arenow far apart,
now far apart,
now far apart.
Me and my sister are
now far apart,
now far apart
as two prayers.
John Rice
The author encourages parents, teachers and librarians to read the poems to children and young people. However, the poems are copyright John Rice 2014 and cannot be reproduced without the express permission of the author.
