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We goin' on a school trip today, De whole class goin' to Whitney Bay, Ah teckin' me ball an' bat with me To play beach cricket, an' let me see, Ah mustn't forget me new frisbee, An teacher say to bring a sandwich. She say to bring a waterproof mac, An' a change o' clothes in a knapsack, For it bound to rain, she guarantee, An' half o' we gwine end up in the sea, An' we mustn't forget, any o' we, Teacher say, to bring a sandwich. She say we can bring a can o' drink, Ah will bring some fizzy orange, ah think, Some gobstoppers ah can share with Lee, (An' everybody else, probably) An apple or orange, an, ah definitely Won't forget to bring a sandwich. Ah ask me mother for some bread, Some butter, lettuce, an' some cheddar cheese, don't need nothing more, An' ah just headin' for the door when ah bump into me Granny Lenore, An' she teck away me sandwich. She say, don't know what you mother thinkin' bout, How she could let a growin' child go out With...

Poem from Werewolf Club Rules by Joseph Coelho A little bit of rice, a little bit of pea, on my plate for my tea. A little bit of jam, a little bit of toast, in the mornings when I love it most. A little bit of banger, a little bit of mash, in my belly for a tasty bash. A little bit of curry, with a poppadum, tastes great but it burns my bum! A little bit of fufu, a little bit of stew, eat with your fingers, that's what we do. A little bit of food, on my plate, eat it all up, feeling great. ...

Poem from Poems to Perform by Julia Donaldson How many books have you written? Have you been writing for years? Where do you get all the paper? Where do you get your ideas? Do you get bumps on your fingers? Do you get aches in your wrist? Please can I go to the toilet? Did you write “Oliver Twist”? I've got a book about spiders. I've got a cut on my knee. I've got an aunt who speaks German. Gemma keeps tickling me. Are you quite old? Are you famous? Are you a millionaire? I wasn't putting my hand up – I was just twiddling my hair. How many plays have you written? Do you write one every day? Do you… oh dear, I've forgotten What I was going to say. Will you be staying to dinner? Will you go home on the bus? How many poems have you written? Will you write one about us? ...

Poem from The Dragon with a Big Nose by Kathy Henderson This is the city: buildings, buses, trains and cars concrete, metal, bricks and glass houses, lights and cinemas shops and offices and bars this is where the people are. This is the city. ...

Poem from The Dragon with a Big Nose by Kathy Henderson Today I read a bus stop and then I read a van, a poster and three carrier bags, some shop signs and a man who had a crazy T-shirt on. I'd already read the cereal box, a mug, and the jam label and the headlines of the paper that was lying on the table. I read some writing in the sky, I even read the road, a tree, a sign stuck in the grass, some number plates that whistled past, a bag of crisps, a birthday card, (it had my name on it so that was easy). I was reading a text message when I should have read the door so then I pushed instead of pulled and dropped my mobile on the floor. Then I started on he poem and went out for another look because reading is amazing and all the world's a book ...

Poem from Werewolf Club Rules by Joseph Coelho Back at school tomorrow. Not tomorrow! One more day off please. I'm sick. I'm not ready. I haven't done my homework. We don't do much the first week back. Miss won't mind if I miss one day. My uniform is dirty. I can't remember where school is. I want to stay home with you. We should spend more quality time together. I need a few more days to grow up. I won't know anyone – they'll all be older. The school fell down during the summer. The school has flooded. The school ran away. The school is still on holiday. I can't go to school tomorrow… My foot hurts. My leg hurts. My arm hurts. My face hurts. My belly hurts. I have the runs. I have heat stroke. I have the plague! I'll stay at home and clean and cook. I'll pay the bills, sort out the tax, handle the builders, get the shopping. I won't see my friends. I'll miss that topic about the Romans. I won't find out my results. I won't get to laugh in assembly, or joke with Mr Lindon. I won't play football. I won't...

The living room remembers Gran dancing to Count Bessie. The kitchen can still hear my aunts fighting on Christmas Day. The hall is worried about the loose banister. The small room is troubled by the missing hamster. The toilet particularly dislikes my grandfather. The wallpaper covers up for the whole family. And No. 115 dreams of lovely houses by the sea. And No. 115 dreams of one night in the country. The stairs are keeping schtum about the broken window. The toilet’s sick of the trapped pipes squealing so. The walls aren’t thick enough for all the screaming. My parent’s bedroom has a bed in a choppy sea. My own bedroom loves the bones of me. My brother’s bedroom needs a different boy. And No. 115 dreams of yellow light, in an attic room. And No. 115 dreams of a chimney, a new red roof. And the red roof dreams of robin redbreasts Tap-dancing on the red dance floor in the open air. From Red Cherry Red....