Lurking

What's that lurking deep in my coat pocket

It's sticky and yucky, I don't wanna touch it

Covered in fluff

It's really sticky stuff

But tastes like a pear drop so may as well suck it

What's that lurking deep inside my bag

Was it something that I ate, it's making me gag

Shall I ignore

The rotten apple core

Or pop to the shops to buy another bag

What's that lurking underneath my bed?

A simple cup of milk... Now filling me with dread

Green and slimy

Why does it scare me?

Hide it back away… let mum find it instead

What's that lurking deep inside my ear

Mum says cabbages could grow where I hear

Shall I dig it out?

Plant a Brussel sprout?

Or stick it to my finger to see the girls fear

What's that lurking underneath my shirt

Peaking from my belly button… senses are alert

Did it crawl inside

Hitching a free ride

Or is it just fluff and hair, all wrapped up with dirt!

What's that lurking in-between my toes

I saw it there yesterday; I'm sure that it grows

Wipe it on my finger

Let the smell just linger

A dark and musty scent going up my nose

 

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What hides in the dark…

Sent to bed, with a kiss and cuddle
Climbing the stairs, his head all a muddle

It’s dark at the top, four steps to his room
Light switch on the wall; hidden in gloom

What lies in the darkness, his mind playing tricks
Is there a monster in there, or an evil old witch

Running back down, he lands in mums lap
There’s a monster upstairs, and he’s taking a nap
If I walk in the room, he’ll awake from his sleep
It’ll be me for his dinner, it’ll be me that he eats

“There no such thing, monsters aren’t real”
Nothing is there to make you his meal

I’ll take you upstairs and switch on your light
You’ll see nothings there, it's all alright

Climbing the stairs, making a noise
The monster gets scared, and hides with the toys

Tucking him in, getting ready for sleep
Mum says “Sweet dreams.. not another peep”
Off with the light and closing the door
It’s dark now in here… but he can just see the floor

In the dark shadows, is something there…
Something is moving, something covered in hair

Frozen in bed, not wanting to move
He senses it skulking, down by his shoes

He shouts out load, calling for mum
There’s a monster in here, can you please come!

Checking his room, opening doors
Under the bed, till there’s nothing more
His mum reassures him, “They don’t exist!”
“No monster in here, nothings been missed!”

Leaving the room, the door now ajar
A little light shining, so he now sees afar

Inside his shoe, a head pops out
A scary little head with a big fat mouth

Sharp scary teeth, they could chew through rock
But stuffed in his mouth… the little boys sock

Plucking up courage he stammers to the beast
“A.A.A.Are you eating my sock, is it some kind of feast?”
Errrmm… yes says the monster, I’m sorry to say
I’ve eaten your sock, I eat at least one a day

“My Sock?” says the boy, “So you won’t eat me?”
“NO!!!”, says the monster, “Only socks for my tea!”

There’s nothing to be scared off, we all eat socks
Except for Big Fred… he prefers frocks!

We like them well worn, a good day or two
Real nice and cheesy, between me and you

Oh, that explains it the little boy cries
One socks always missing when hung out to dry
Mum says I’ve lost it, she always blames me
Now I know where it’s gone, it’s in your belly

So now that you know, monsters are really true
But it’s your socks that they want; it’s not really you

There’s no point explaining or telling someone
They still won’t believe you… even your mum

But at least you’ll be safe… there’s nothing to shock
Monsters don’t hurt you, they just want your socks

A Monster Called Jack

Jack was a monster
Who lived in monster land
He looked like me and you
With two legs, two arms and hands

But Jack was not the same
For right upon his head
Where two eyes should have lived
He had three there instead

The other monsters ran
When they saw him from afar
For two eyes is ok
But three is just bazaar

The first eye could look left
The other to the right
But the one right in the centre
Could see everything at night

Now Jack would go to school
But not the way you do
He'd hide in a dark cupboard
And no one had a clue

He'd listen to the teacher
Reading all his books
Using his middle eye
To see in his dark nook

When the sun went down
He'd play some little games
Hiding in the shadows
But playing all the same

Wishing he had friends
Who he could play with too
Someone to throw a ball
Someone just like you

Then one day it all changed
When Jack helped save the day
Using his monster talents
In his very special way

For there were many monsters
And some were pretty big
In fact some were humongous
Especially one called Zig

Zig was bigger than Jack
And bigger than a tree
In fact Zig was so ginormous
He could drink a whole blue sea

One day he was feeling hungry
And spied Jack's little town
He saw his little school
And gulped it all straight down

Sitting in Zigs belly
The school was all pitch black
But one little monster could see
That monsters name was Jack

He climbed out from his cupboard
While Zig was having a doze
And climbed up from his tummy
So he could tickle Zigs nose

Now when Zig felt the tickle
He had a sneeze attack
And said ACHHOOO!!! so loudly
That he sent the school right back

Jack become a hero
For helping save the school
And all the other monsters said
"Jack, you really are quite cool"

Now Jack still goes to school
But he doesn't hide away
Instead he sits right at the front
As no one runs away

He's still a little monster
With three eyes upon his head
But no ones scared of how he looks
And they play with him instead

(c) Mark Sage 2013
Illustrated by Heath Sage

Dads Travels

Dads gone off in a great big plane
He's got meetings and people to see
Being away for the whole of the week
Just sounds so boring to me

I imagine he's flying to Africa
Where lions and zebras roam free
Perhaps he's out riding elephants
Or eating fat bugs for his tea

Or maybe going to where its so cold
Heading north, straight to the Pole
Fighting off big white polar bears
And fishing for food through a hole

He could be a spy chasing down Mr Big
With speedboats and flying cars
Drinking fruit smoothie, shaken not stirred
While saving the world from a-far

What if he's hunting for treasure
Hidden by pirates somewhere
Finding chests full of diamonds and gold
And a pirate hat that I can wear

Or he could be searching for dinosaurs
In deepest, darkest Brazil
Bringing me back a T-Rex egg
Which we hatch on my window sill

Maybe he's a great astronaut
Flying to space in a rocket
Helping to fix the space station
With his hammer, screwdriver and socket

Climbing the highest mountain
Reaching the very peak
Trekking up and down Everest
Can he do that in just a week?

Can't wait till he back from his travels
For all the stories he'll tell
But most of all i'll just miss him
And he misses me as well

Archie the Dinosaur

Hatched from an egg, his mom and dad smiled
Our little boy, now out in the wild

A sharp pointy tail, long skinny neck
Legs made for running, a beak that can peck

Learning to speak, he asked them one day
“What is my name?” so his mum began to say

It starts with “ar-kee”
Followed by an “or”
With a “Nith-uh” in the middle
And a “my-mus” that we roar

Put it all together
Repeat after us
This is your name…
“Archaeornithomimus”

About to go to school, with new friends to make
The thought of telling them his name, was keeping him awake

Could he remember what to say, would he get it all out
Would he stutter or stammer? He was having doubts

Pondering on his name, it felt a little long
The only way to remember, was to sing the little song

It starts with “ar-kee”
Followed by an “or”
With a “Nith-uh” in the middle
And a “my-mus” that we roar

Put it all together
Repeat after us
This is my name…
“Archaeornithomimus”

Calling out their names, checking that they’re there
Teacher running down the list, checking the register

Getting to his name, she stops for a minute
Working out what to say, not sure how to say it

Putting up his hand, he says “Can I help miss?”
It’s easy to remember, when you say it like this

It starts with “ar-kee”
Followed by an “or”
With a “Nith-uh” in the middle
And a “my-mus” that we roar

Put it all together
Repeat after us
This is my name…
“Archaeornithomimus”

Another little boy, sitting just behind
Said my names pretty long, people tend to find

My name’s Tyrannosaurus, Tyrannosaurus Rex
Most people just shorten it, they find it too complex

If we find a shorter version, you can say it very quick
People will start to use it and you’ll find that it’ll stick

If it starts with “ar-kee”
Followed by an “or”
With a “Nith-uh” in the middle
And a “my-mus” that we roar

Then taking just the start
And ignoring all the rest
We can just call you Archie
That’ll work the best

(C) Mark Sage 2013

Is it Morning Time?

A little boy stirred in his bed

His room was quiet and bright

Was it time to get out of bed?

It looked like warm sunlight

Climbing out of his bed

And creeping down the hall

His mum and dad were still asleep

So he knocked upon their door

Mum, dad, it’s morning time, can we get up now and play

Go back to bed, it’s 4 o’clock, it’s too early to start the day

The little boy opened his curtains

And saw all the birds a chatter

This must be the dawn chorus, when

Our feathered friends all have a natter 

Turning his head to see him

A bird said with a smile on his face

Nobody normally joins us

Welcome to our special place

Mum, dad, it’s morning time, can we get up now and play

Go back to bed, it’s 5 o’clock, it’s too early to start the day

The little boy went to the garden
To see what else he could do
He noticed a newly spun spider’s web
All freshly covered in dew

Water drops sparkling like diamonds
A home woven like lace
The spider looked up from her breakfast
And said welcome to my special place

Mum, dad, it’s morning time, can we get up now and play

Go back to bed, it’s 6 o’clock, it’s too early to start the day

Sneaking across the lawn

A fox was just going to bed

Giving the boy a wink of his eye

He said come follow me instead

The fox had a den in the garden

A warm and inviting space

A little fox cub came up to the boy

And said welcome to our special place

Mum, dad, it’s morning time, can we get up now and play

Go back to bed, it’s 7 o’clock, it’s too early to start the day

Looking into the sky
The little boy noticed the moon
Sitting there right next to the sun
As if they were in the same room

Staring hard at the bright moon
He thought he could see a mans face
The man in the moon turned and gave him grin
And said welcome to our special place

Mum, dad, it’s morning time, can we get up now and play

Yes we can, it’s 8 o’clock, the perfect time to start the day

He thought back to all his adventures

And the friends he had met in the day

He knew the perfect time to get out of bed

But he wasn’t about to say

Not sure if his parents were joking

He jumped on the bed just in case

He snuggled up with his mum and dad

And whispered this is my special place

(c) Mark Sage, 2013