POEM: Pingpongwibblybong

Pingpongwibblybong 
sat on Crankle’s knee

Pingpongwibblybong
sailed the sleshy sea

Pingpongwibblybong
climbed the Ya-ya tree

Pingpongwibblybong 
fought the criddle flea

Pingpongwibblybong
greatest hero that be! 

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POEM: Counting to 20

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‘I can count to twenty,’ said Wilf

‘Go on then,’ said Mum

‘One, two, three,
Four, five, six,
Seven, eight,
Nine, ten,
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen,
Fifteen…fifteen, sixteen,
Seventeen, eighteen,
Nineteen, twenty.
Finished!’

‘What happened to twelve?’

‘I don’t like twelve.’

POEM: My DoG Ned

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This short poem was came from a chat after listening to my daughter read. It was a Ruth Miskin text (notice, I don’t say story) called My Dog Ned. It was a joy to hear my daughter read but the book was something else (my opinions on such things have been said previously in a poem, Sownd et owt).
Anyway, I started to rhyme aloud a very silly poem about a dog called Ned for them.

My dog Ned
Has got no head
He has to talk
Using his bum instead
Brrrrp -Parrrp!

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