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Shan Jones Poem
I’ve had enough of teachers
They’re as boring as can be
Standing in the playground
Drinking endless cups of tea
I’ve had enough of teachers
Telling me what to do
I’d like to stick them to their chairs
with really powerful glue.
Copyright © Shan Jones | Year Posted 2014
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Shan Jones Poem
I don’t want a shower, I don’t want a bath,
I don’t care if the world thinks I’m crazy or daft
I don’t want to go out, it’s simple but true
I just want to stay in my bed – with you.
I don’t need to get dressed , I like my pyjamas
I’m happy to only eat cake and bananas
I don’t need excitement - the thing I like most
Is the three of us staying in bed, eating toast.
I don’t care if it’s morning, or mid-afternoon
I don’t care if it’s August , or April, or June
I don’t care if it’s dark, I don’t care if it’s light
I don’t care if it’s six or half past midnight.
I don’t like it out there, so I’m staying in here
Where no-one can see me, and no-one can hear.
I will pull the covers right over my head
And never, never, get out of this bed.
Copyright © Shan Jones | Year Posted 2014
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Shan Jones Poem
Tyrant and friend
I keep buried deep
To cease your incessant
Reminding
Your intricate machinery
So finely cut
Your delicacy
Subjugates my freedom
Copyright © Shan Jones | Year Posted 2014
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Shan Jones Poem
As I was walking down the road last week,
Quite alone, no one around,
I thought of something funny that I’d said
And as I took a breath to laugh
A little bubble gurgled in my throat
And popped out of my mouth!
It floated in the air in front of me,
As I walked along the street
Bobbing gently just below my nose
Glinting pearly blue and green,
A perfect circle of happy thoughts
Made entirely by me.
I tried to catch it in both my hands
So I could show it to you
But just when I thought I had caught it at last
A gust of wind suddenly blew,
And my little laugh bubble went spinning away,
a tiny translucent balloon.
Copyright © Shan Jones | Year Posted 2014
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Shan Jones Poem
sometimes I use your cup
to pretend that you live near
sometimes I lie on your bed
and imagine you are here
sometimes I look for flights
and work out how to fly
sometimes I say your name
and try hard not to cry.
Copyright © Shan Jones | Year Posted 2014
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