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A Collection of Poetry on the Theme of MonstersGemma McGirr and Michael O’ReillyQUESTION TIME by Michaela MorganWhat does a monster look like?Well ....hairy and scary,And furry and burly and pimply and dimply and warty and naughty and wrinkled and crinkled....That’s what a monster looks like.How does a monster move?It oozes, it shambles,It crawls and it ambles, it slouches and shuffles and trudges, it lumbers and toddles, it creeps and it waddles.....That’s how a monster moves.Where does a monster live?In garden sheds, under beds......In wardrobes, in plugholes, and ditches, beneath city streets, just under your feet......That’s where a monster lives.How does a monster eat?It slurps and it burps, And gobbles and gulps, and sips and swallows and scoffs, it nibbles and munchesThat’s how a monster eats.What does a monster eat?Slugs and bats,And bugs and rats, and stones and mud and bones and blood and squelchy squids.....and nosy kidsYUM!That’s what a monster eats.A MONSTER ALPHABET by Gervase PhinnA is for – ALIEN, arriving by airB is for – BASILISK, with the deadliest stareC is for – CYCLOPS , he’s only one eyeD is for - DRAGON, he’ll light up the skyE is for – EXTRATERRESTRIAL creaturesF is for - FRANKENSTEIN of the frightening featuresG is for – GRIFFIN, a lion with a beakH is for – HYDRA, the many headed freakI is for – INVISIBLE SPIRITS of the nightJ is for – JACK-O-LANTERN, that bright little spriteK is for – KELPIE, with the great shining teethL is for – LOCH NESS, and the monster beneathM is for – MERMAID, who appears from the deepN is for – NIGHTMARE, that troubles our sleepO is for – OPERA PHANTOM, who singsP is for – PHOENIX, with fiery wingsQ is for – QUASIMODO, who swings from his bellR is for – ROC, the great bird from hellS is for – SANDMAN, he’ll steal every dreamT is for – TROLL,’neath the bridge by the streamU is for – UNICORN, with her long horn of goldV is for – VAMPIRE, in his tomb dark and coldW is for – WEREWOLF, who howls ‘neath the skyX is for – XANTHUS, the horse who can flyY is for – YETI, that abominable beastZ is for – ZOMBIE, the last but not least. THE SEA MONSTER’S SNACK by Charles ThompsonDeep down upon his sandy bedThe monster turned his slimy head,Grinned and licked his salty lipAnd ate another bag of ships.A YOUNG MAN FROM BERWICK-ON-TWEED by Michael PalinA Young man from Berwick-On-TweedKept a very strange thing on a leadHe was never once seenTo give it a cleanOr anything else it might need.THE SLITHERGADEE by Shel SilversteinThe Slithergadee has crawled out of the seaHe may catch all the others, but he won’t catch me.No you won’t catch ne old Slithergadee;You may catch all the others, but you wo.......BEDTIME by Allan AhlbergWhen I go upstairs to bedI usually give a loud coughThat is to scare the monster offWhen I come to my roomI usually slam the door right backThat is to squash the man in blackWho sometimes hides thereNor do I walk to the bedBut usually run and jump insteadThis is to stop the handWhich is under there all rightFrom grabbing my ankles.NIGHTMARE by Siv WiderbergI never say his name out loudand don’t tell anybodyI always close all the drawersand look behind the door before I go to bedI cross my toes and count to eightand turn the pillows over three timesStill he comes sometimesone two threelike a shotglaring at me with his eyesgrating with his nailsand sneering his big sneerthe Scratch Man.Oh-oh now I said his name!Mama, I can’t sleep!HORRIBLE THINGS by Roy Fuller“What’s the horriblest thing you’ve ever seen?”Said Nell to Jean.“Some grey coloured, trodden on plasticineOr a plate of left-over cold baked beans.A cloak-room ticket numbered thirteen.A slice of meat without any lean.The smile of a spiteful fairy-tale queen.A thing in the sea like a brown submarine.A cheese fur-coated in brilliant green.A bluebottle perched on a piece of sardine.”Said Jean.“What’s the horriblest thing you’ve ever seen?”Said Jean to Nell“Your face, as you tellOf all the horriblest things you’ve seen.”Said Nell.CAT IN THE DARK by Margaret MahyMother, Mother, What was that?Hush my darling! Only the cat!Fighty bitey, ever so mightyOut in the mooney dark. Mother, Mother, What was that?Hush my darling! Only the cat!Prowley, yowley, sleepy, creepy,Fighty bitey, ever so mightyOut in the mooney dark.Mother, Mother, What was that?Hush my darling! Only the cat!Sneaky, peeky, cosy, dozy.Prowley, yowley, sleepy, creepy,Fighty bitey, ever so mightyOut in the mooney dark.Mother, Mother, What was that?Hush my darling! Only the cat!Patchy, scratchy, furry, purry,Sneaky, peeky, cosy, dozy.Prowley, yowley, sleepy, creepy,Fighty bitey, ever so mightyOut in the mooney dark.THE BUG CHANT by Tony MittonRed bugs, bed bugs, find them on your head bugs.Green bugs, mean bugs, lanky, long and lean bugs.Pink bugs, sink bugs, swimming in your drink bugs.Yellow bugs, mellow bugs, lazy little fellow bugs.White bugs, night bugs, buzzing round the light bugs.Black bugs, slack bugs, climbing up your back bugs.Blue bugs, goo bugs, find them in your shoe bugs.Thin bugs, fat bugs, hiding in your hat bugs.Big bugs, small bugs, crawling on your wall bugs.Smooth bugs, hairy bugs, flying like a fairy bugs.Garden bugs, house bugs, lumpy little louse bugs.Fierce bugs, tame bugs, some without a name bugs.Far bugs, near bugs, “What’s this over here?” bugs.Whine bugs, drone bugs, write some of your own bugs.Bzzzzzzzzzz......THE BRUSHBABY by Roger McGoughThe BrushbabyLives under the stairsOn a diet of dustAnd old dog hairs.In darkness, dreadingThe daily chores,Of scrubbing stepsAnd kitchen floors.Dreaming of beautyParlours and stardom,Doomed to a lifeOf petty chardom.THE WHO’Z WHO OF THE HORRIBLE HOUSE by Wes McGeeInsideTheHorribleHouse There isAn awful aquamarine apparition absailingA bug-eyed beige bogeyman boxingA crackling crimson cockroach creepingA disgusting damson Dracula dancingAn eerie emerald elf electrocutingA floppy flame Frankenstein fencingA grotty green ghost groaningA haunting hazel hag hammeringAn insane indigo imp ice-screamingA jittery jade jackal jugglingA kinky khaki king knittingA loony lime leprechaun lassoingA monocled maroon madman marchingA nightmarish navy nasty nippingAn outrageous orange ogre oozingA phoolish purple phantom phoningA quadruple quicksilver quagga quakingA revolting red rattlesnake rock n rollingA spotty scarlet spectre spittingA terrible turquoise troll trampoliningAn ugly umber uncle umpiringA violent violet vampire vibratingA whiskery white werewolf windsurfingAn exciting xanthic exoskeleton explodingA yukky yellow yak yellingA zitty zinc zombie zappingInsideTheHorrible House !THE CATAPILLOW by Roger McGoughA catapillow is a useful petTo keep upon your bed.Each night you simplyFluff him upThen restYour weary head.THE TOY EATER by Shel SilversteinYou don’t have to pick up your toys, okay?You can leave ‘em right there on the floor.So tonight when the terrible, toy-eatin’ tookieComes tiptoein’ in through the crack in the door,He’ll crunch all your soldiers, he’ll munch all your trucks,He’ll chew your poor puppets to shreds,He’ll swallow your big wheel and slurp up your paints,And bite off your dear dollies’ heads.Then he’ll wipe off his lips with the sails of your ship,And making a burpity noise,He’ll slither away – but hey, that’s okay,You don’t have to pick up your toys.BUILDING A DRAGON by Charles ThompsonOnce I built a dragon, three times the size of you,I made him out of cardboard and chicken wire and glue.It took me weeks and weeks and weeks until I got him right.I hid him in the loft by day and worked on him at night.The cardboard came from boxes I asked the grocer for.I borrowed tins of paint from Mr Brown next door.It took me weeks and weeks and weeks (well, four at least – no five!)And then I got a nasty shock, the dragon came alive.It burst out through the roof – so I could see the stars,Went crashing down the road and damaged several cars.I’ve looked for him for weeks and weeks. Where did my dragon go?If anyone has seen him, will they kindly let me know?JABBERWOCKY (an extract) by Lewis Carroll‘Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogovesAnd the mome raths outgrabe.Beware the jabberwock my sonThe jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious bandersnatch!THERE’S A MONSTER IN THE GARDEN by David HarmerIf the water in your fishpond fizzes and foams,And there’s giant teeth marks in the plastic gnomes,You’ve found huge claw prints in the flower bedsAnd just caught sight of a two horned head.Put a stick in your front lawn, with a piece of card onLook out everybody – there’s a monster in the garden.You haven’t seen the dustman for several weeks,Haven’t seen the gasman who was looking for leaks.Haven’t seen the paper girl, postman or plumber,Haven’t seen the window cleaner since last Summer.Don’t mean to be nasty. I do beg your pardon.Look out everybody – there’s a monster in the garden.One dark night it will move in downstairs,Start living in the kitchen, take you unawares.Frighten you, bite on you, with howls and roars,It will crash about, smash about, push you out of doors.Now listen to me neighbour, all of this is true.It happened next door, now it’s happening to you.There’s something nasty on the compost heapSpends all day there, curled up asleep.You don’t want your bones crunched or jarred onLOOK OUT EVERYBODYTHERE’S A MONSTER IN THE GARDEN.CHECK by James StephensThe night was creeping on the ground;She crept, and did not make a sound.Until she reached the tree, and thenShe covered it, and stole againAlong the grass beside the wall,I heard the rustle of her shawlAs she threw blackness everywhereUpon the sky and ground and air,And in the room where I was hid.But no matter what she didTo everything that was withoutShe could not put my candle outSo I stared at the night, and sheStared back, solemnly, at me.THE BOGEYMAN by Jack PrelutskyIn the desolate depths of a perilous placeThe bogeyman lurks with a snarl on his face.Never dare, never dare, to approach his dark lairFor he’s waiting ..... just waiting....to get you.He skulks in the shadows, relentless and wildIn his search for a tender, delectable child.With his steely sharp claws and his slavering jawsOh, he’s waiting....just waiting....to get you.Many have entered his dreary domainBut not even one has been heard from againThey no doubt made a feast for the butchering beastAnd he’s waiting....just waiting.....to get you.In that sulphurous, sunless and sinister placeHe’ll crumple your bones in his bogey embraceNever, never go near, if you hold your life dearFor oh...what he’ll do....when he gets you!THE PLANET OF MARS by Shel SilversteinOn the planet of MarsThey have clothes just like oursAnd they have the same shoes and same laces,And they have the same charms and same graces,And they have the same heads and same faces....But not in theVery samePlaces!MY FAVOURITE MONSTERS by Vincent JamesWhen bedtime comes, I’ve heard it said,Some children check beneath the bed.They lose their sleep, they lose their hair,In fear of monsters lying there.But monsters I have always foundAre lots of fun to have around.In fact there’s one under my bedHe’s very friendly, his name is Ted.And Daniel, the dragon, has made his lairIn my toy box, over there.In my top drawer, among the socksLives an eight-eyed squengie, whose name is Jock.In the wardrobe, where it’s very dimLives Colin, but he’s never in.Outside in our garden shedLives a monster I call Spongy Fred.This monster’s name is Norma HubbardShe hides inside the airing cupboard.Jim, with a face like an alligatorSnuggles beside the radiator.This in Nicola, covered in hairShe lurks in the shadows beneath the stair.Lastly there’s Roger, I like him a lotHe lives inside our old tea pot.So monsters, whether big or smallNeedn’t frighten us at all.Just remember to be politeAnd don’t forget to say goodnight. ................
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