CHILDREN’S BOOKS by Lyn Hurry
Suitable for classroom or private teaching and performance


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Footlights – 60 performance poems for individuals, pairs and groups
Fresh Skids – 30 revised, updated and expanded skits for kids
Promises I and Promises II – Christian worldview performance poetry
Character Chats – monologues, duologues and small group skits

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No poem may be copied or published without her agreement.
Permission IS given to use the material for private or public performance, with the proper acknowledgement of the author.


WRIGGLING

When the teacher asks us to sit,
what do we do? We wriggle!
When we’re sitting, thoughts start to flit
and we begin to giggle.
We fiddle and we fumble
and we make each other laugh,
until the teacher tells us
that she’s really had enough!

BUT

It is very hard to be good;
we can’t sit still, we wriggle.
We all need some handcuffs and hood;
we stand all higgedly-piggle.
We fight and nudge and scratch and squirm
and blame all but ourselves,
until the teacher keeps us in
to clean the desks and shelves.

SO

Please forgive us if we seem
a little out of tune;
for after all, we’re children and
we’ll grow up much too soon.
And then you will be sorry
when we’ve lost our cheeky faces.
We’ll stand up straight and stare ahead
with no hair out of places!

What a shame! No more games!
We’ve stopped all our nods and niggling.
there’ll be
no more
lovely
Wr...i...gg...ling!

© Lyn Hurry






CAUGHT!

She crept to the kitchen in dark of the night;
she knew she must leave there before morning light.
But hungry, yes hungry, so hungry she felt,
she couldn’t resist what she found on the shelf.

No one would notice, she thought with a grin;
no one would hear as she tippy-toed in.
She sampled the biscuits the lady had baked,
and stole a few crumbs of her favourite cake.

The bag of brown sugar was open - what bliss!
just one or two samples would never be missed.
A final quick nibble before she went back -
when suddenly everything turned to ink-black.

***
The lady came out to the pantry next day,
and emptied the mouse-trap and threw her away.
With a shake of your head, “Oh, how sad!” you might say;
but remember the slogan that CRIME DOESN’T PAY!

© Lyn Hurry





WRIGGLING

When the teacher asks us to sit,
what do we do? We wriggle!
When we’re sitting, thoughts start to flit
and we begin to giggle.
We fiddle and we fumble
and we make each other laugh,
until the teacher tells us
that she’s really had enough!

BUT

It is very hard to be good;
we can’t sit still, we wriggle.
We all need some handcuffs and hood;
we stand all higgedly-piggle.
We fight and nudge and scratch and squirm
and blame all but ourselves,
until the teacher keeps us in
to clean the desks and shelves.

SO

Please forgive us if we seem
a little out of tune;
for after all, we’re children and
we’ll grow up much too soon.
And then you will be sorry
when we’ve lost our cheeky faces.
We’ll stand up straight and stare ahead
with no hair out of places!

What a shame! No more games!
We’ve stopped all our nods and niggling.
there’ll be
no more
lovely
Wr...i...gg...ling!

© Lyn Hurry




LEARNING SOME MANNERS

It takes some practice, I’ll admit, to learn what’s known as etiquette.
There seem to be so many rules; and our house is the strictest school.
My mother started long ago – ‘Now do not sniff; please learn to blow.
Just for a change, try not to slouch.’ (Why must MY Mum be such a grouch?)

‘Come, stand up straight with shoulders back; then when you sit, don’t go all slack.
Hands out of pockets when you walk; and LOOK at people when you talk.
Don’t slurp your drinks, don’t scrape your plate, don’t talk while eating please ... just wait.
Don’t eat your gravy with the bread. You haven’t heard a word I’ve said!’

‘Pick up those feet; try not to mumble.’ (Mum’s great at finding one more grumble).
At last I felt I had it right, and vowed to show them all last night.
Dad, tired from work, came home for tea. I wondered if he’d notice me
with manners which would make him proud, like saying, ‘Thank you’ very loud.

I ate my soup without a slurp and only gave a little burp.
But, ‘Sit up,’ Dad said, ‘if you’re able ... and take those ELBOWS off the table.’

© Lyn Hurry