The Manners Collection
The Manners Collection is a children’s poetry book authored by Gillian Sims. This is Poetree Creations first publication and is a compilation of entertaining and educational poems, where animals narrate the tales and teach children the art of manners.
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Paddy O’Flynn and his sidekick called Dunne
Decided to rob the bank with a gun
But sorry to say their planning would fail
And end with these buckos lounging in jail
The day that they walked in through the bank door
And told all the people to lay on the floor
Was an open day for the brave local Garda
Which made their task a little bit harder
They both left the bank in a great deal of haste
Deciding on flight as a preference to waste
The Garda then followed them onto the street
But fright had given them wings on their feet
Down the back alleys and over the walls
Desperately running and ignoring the calls
Of Garda and public annoyed at their plan
To steal the cash of hardworking man
Before very long they were cornered at last
Their confidence gone–the die had been cast
When finally their eyes could see through the gloom
There was something familiar about this dark room
The door they’d run into led into the cellar
Of a pub they both knew–the Hearty Goodfella
Resigned to their fate of life in a jail
They started to sup from a stainless steel pail
The stand-off was long the lads drank their fill
So drunk they put cash in an old rusty till
The report from the Garda was said to declare
They’d never arrested a happier pair
Their raid on the bank was not a success
In fact you could say it was all just a mess
The firearm they carried was just a toy gun
A total disaster for Paddy and Dunne
By Don Holmes
Should I expire on foreign soil
mourn for me you must not.
First recall all else who fell
lest they be forgot.
I’ll weep for those I leave behind
but don’t you weep for me
for I’ll have joined my brethren
and be in good company.
In service of their country
all of their dues were paid
but there are empty ranks to fill
on the grand final parade.
If God wills that I should join them
I will accept my fate.
But I’d rather God delay awhile,
as the fallen kindly wait.
by B.J Lewis
enterd on 15th January 2010
for 4th poetry competition
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How do you know how it feels to be
There’s a lot more to me than what you see.
Have you felt the same hurts and pain?
We’ve lived different lives; we are not the same.
I’m simply trying to rebuild -
a life worth having, in this hard world.
I’m surviving the trials of everyday living.
Oh why can you not be more forgiving?
Your careless hard words, if only you knew,
how they cut me through and through;
even though I make no judgement on you.
I wonder if you realise,
just how much you offend,
with your cruel words; that you sometimes send.
I would just love to be well, like you my friend.
I really hope that I’m on the mend,
and that my painful journey is near its end.
By Simon Icke(Buckinghamshire)
Entered for international competition 04.03.2010
I’m really very sorry ma
I’ve gone and wet my bed,
No thoughts of needing the toilet
Entered inside my head
I stripped my bed to air it,
bedding is in the wash bin
I’m really very embarrassed
At the position I’m now in
Must have been that drink,
Before I went to bed
I only had the one though,
Just like you always said.
It’s really hard to grow up
Staying dry all night through
Guess it’s earl;y days right
Cos I’ve only just turned two
By Wendy Rosher
entered on 20th January 2010
For the 4th poetry competition
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Come with me on a journey
Into a forest lush and green
Walk under the canopy of trees
Beside a sparkling stream
The sunbeams crystal lights
Of colours of every kind
Creating a magical kingdom
Bring peace to a troubled mind
The tranquillity of the forest
The breeze upon your face
The symphonic sounds of bird songs
A truly wonderful place
The aromas of the wild flowers
Drift gently upon the breeze
A hypnotic state overcomes
With the swaying of the trees
The snapping of a twig
Of animals scurrying by
A glimpse of the swallows
That is soaring in the sky
A carpet of blue in the distance
Brings beauty unto the dell
Undulating as they move
The un- mistakable bluebell
As we exit that heaven of peace
You should feel the love and light
For you have experienced Nature
A most awesome and wonderful sight
Malcolm G Bradshaw
enterted for 4th competion
On 25.02.2010
Each sleepless night
Can’t prepare you
For the sight
Of comrades killed by IED
Blown apart in front of me
All that training
Nerves on edge
The urge to kill
How low to dredge
The mind of enemy unseen
Long since gone and left the scene
All that training
Now the fear
Try real hard
Get brain in gear
Shaking hard you look around
Checking the surrounding ground
All that training
Kicking in
Searching where they
Might have been
Disregard the bloody ground
And the silent eerie sound
All that training
Makes you do
All the things
It taught you to
Makes you think and even plan
How to survive Afghanistan
By Don Holmes
Entered for 4th competition
on 04.03.2010
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