Some call him
Father Christmas,
Some call him
Saint Nick.
Others say he’s
Santa Claus –
We just want him to come
QUICK!
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Tag Archives: Graham Seal
Bees by Graham Seal
Leave a commentHear the humble bumble
of the buzzy wuzzy bees,
as they flitter and they flutter
through the flowers and the trees.
Gathering in sweet pollen
to take home to their hive,
where they make the runny honey
that helps the whole world thrive.
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The Medal for Mums by Graham Seal
Leave a commentThis is the medal for mums.
For conspicuous bravery
in the face of children.
For selfless service
to every nation.
For unnumbered lifetimes
of sacrifice.
But most of all,
for love.
For ever.
Photo from Pexels by Daria Obymaha
The Greatest Song by Graham Seal
4 CommentsThe song that I will sing for you
will be the greatest ever sung,
greater than the loudest bell
that ever has been rung.
I will sing my song by day and night,
in sunshine or in rain,
and when my song is over
I will begin again.
And so my song will grow and ring
forever bright and new,
bringing joy to everyone,
but most of all
to you.
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Whatsamajig? by Graham Seal
Leave a comment(in honour of Mother Tongue Day)
That’s what I mean!
The thingy, you know!
The Whatsit!
The Doodad!
That silly gizmo!
What do you mean
You don’t follow me?
The whatnot!
The doover!
That thingume!!
Am I the only one who speaks English around here?
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The Days by Graham Seal
Leave a commentNow we’ve seen the new year in
and seen the old one out,
How were all our past days spent
and what they were about?
Good days and bad days
Quiet days and mad days
Low days and glad days
Slow days and sad days
All those days that took away
twelve months of our time –
They were the days –
These are the days
of auld lang syne
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Halloween by Graham Seal
Trick or treat!
Trick or treat!
Lots of ghouls along the street.
Some are vampires,
some are ghosts,
whatever monster scares the most!
They want lollies,
they’re really creepy,
until the little spooks get sleepy.
Then home to bed they disappear –
that’s Halloween until next year.
Scooter Squad by Graham Seal
Leave a commentThey’re tearing down
the tarmac street,
rushing by
with flying feet.
Pushing scooters
far too fast,
hope they stack ’em
on the grass!
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