On Monday I decided to get the boys to write a poem about their mummy as a test. I made each of them answer questions and then we compiled that into verse. To be honest it was a bit of fun to keep them amused. It was just as much fun for me. I did most of the compilation but almost all the words are theirs, and certainly all the imagery.
Enjoy:
My Mummy
by Ben, Elliott and Asher
My mummy is a nice grass,
A love that is good
With arms and legs.
Her hair is like candy floss
Twisting,
Paper filled with naughty words.
Her eyes are hazelnuts
They can see fear.
They play a game.
Mummies nose is a cone,
With dinosaur’s nostrils.
Or a big fat poo,
A towel,
Made for glasses.
Her mouth is a lipstick’s stick,
Of fiery breath,
That shouts all quiet.
Her ears just hear my voice,
Like a giraffe
Always listening.
She has legs that I don’t know,
Filled with muscles,
And with bones,
An organ wraps around them,
Right down to the toes,
As they came last.
Her arms are like her legs,
But they put things into cups,
Press buttons,
And create.
Mummies brain is the best.
Very, very, smart.
Is for talking just like me,
Is numbers
And a game pad.
But her love is so pretty,
And very, very, strong.
She loves Asher, maybe also…
Daddy,
Elliott,
And Ben.
Simply, all of us.
