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	<title>Jake the Cake&#039;s Poetry for Children</title>
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	<description>Paul Hughes&#039; poetry and verse for anyone with imagination (age 9 and up)</description>
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		<title>Uncle Ted</title>
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That funny smell is Uncle Ted,
for though he’s been a long time dead,
we didn’t bury him, instead,
we left him in his chair.
And though we dust him twice a day,
to keep the rats and flies away,
the Health and Safety people say
“he can’t keep sitting there!”
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I like to watch him turning green,
but feel quite sad for Auntie [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jakethecake.wordpress.com&blog=3080431&post=353&subd=jakethecake&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://jakethecake.wordpress.com/2009/11/03/uncle-ted/</link>
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		<title>Posh Zombie</title>
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We’re rotten, we stink, but we’re not what you think:
those zombies you see on TV.
We’re cultured, refined, so we hope you won’t mind
if we munch on your brains for our tea.
We know some undead are quite crude and ill-bred.
They eat with no trace of decorum.
They chomp and they slurp, yes they dribble and burp.
I do [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jakethecake.wordpress.com&blog=3080431&post=342&subd=jakethecake&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://jakethecake.wordpress.com/2009/10/29/posh-zombie/</link>
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		<title>The invention of the hot air baaaaaaloon: 1783 AD</title>
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The sheep cried “Baa! I’m scared of heights!”
The chicken clucked and squawked with fright
The duck replied “we’ll be alright”
And quacked a cheerful tune:
“Although we’re still ascending
And there’s no use pretending
unless we start descending
We’re sure to reach the moon.”
,
The crowd below cheered “hip hooray!”
to Jo and Jacques Montgolfier.
“Ze French have beaten gravité
With this hot air balloon!
And [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jakethecake.wordpress.com&blog=3080431&post=336&subd=jakethecake&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://jakethecake.wordpress.com/2009/10/28/the-invention-of-the-hot-air-baaaaaaloon-1783-ad/</link>
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		<title>School&#8217;s out for EVER!</title>
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I was working as a doctor in the local A&#38;E.
A boy came in, his parents wept and wailed.
Upon examination it was plain for all to see,
his heart was weak, his lungs and kidneys failed.
The look of pain upon his face, too dreadful to remember,
his final words: “Why must life be so cruel?
My will to live [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jakethecake.wordpress.com&blog=3080431&post=333&subd=jakethecake&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://jakethecake.wordpress.com/2009/10/28/schools-out-for-ever/</link>
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		<title>Freddie the Frog</title>
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Such wicked deception, Fred loved to play tricks on
the girls who lived down by the stream.
He lied and deceived them, he’d kiss them and leave them.
His crown was not all that it seemed.
,
Amphibious malice, he said he’d a palace.
&#8220;A witch turned me into a frog.&#8221;
He promised to marry: Jane, Cath, June and Carrie,
If only they’d [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jakethecake.wordpress.com&blog=3080431&post=315&subd=jakethecake&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://jakethecake.wordpress.com/2009/08/10/315/</link>
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		<title>Golden Locks, Iron Bars</title>
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Goldilocks was caught at last,
they put her into care.
The date was set, the jury found,
The sheriff fetched the bears.
He told them they would have to stand
and tell Judge all they knew.
Father bear said that he would
and Mummy bear would too.
Young baby bear jumped up and down
and asked “will I be there?
She stole my food, she wrecked [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jakethecake.wordpress.com&blog=3080431&post=305&subd=jakethecake&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://jakethecake.wordpress.com/2009/04/14/golden-locks-iron-bars/</link>
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		<title>The Dung Beatles</title>
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Dung, dung, glorious dung!
Elephant faeces just melt on the tongue.
Freshly made guano, divine! Oh I drool
for roasted, fried, boiled or fricasseed stool.
Come on boys, sing it! Cry out with those lungs!
“Please bring us a plateful of dung!”
,
Paul Hughes 2009
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		<link>http://jakethecake.wordpress.com/2009/04/08/the-dung-beatles/</link>
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		<title>My Heart Flies</title>
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I love you Miss Fly.
You’re filthy, that’s why!
All covered in grease, dirt and grime.
I gasp at your beauty
my dung-munching cutie,
and pray that one day you’ll be mine.
,
Let’s fly to a pile
of garbage so vile
it makes quite the loveliest food.
We’ll feast there for days.
Together we’ll raise
a horrible, maggoty, brood.
,
Paul Hughes 2009















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		<link>http://jakethecake.wordpress.com/2009/03/01/my-heart-flies/</link>
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		<title>The Tears of a King</title>
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I loved that little antelope 
but knew I never had a hope;
how could such beauty love a beast like me?
My love was true, I loved her well, 
I love you still, my sweet gazelle;
Why did it have to end in tragedy?
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Each day I sent my love a rose; 
I hoped its scent would please her [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jakethecake.wordpress.com&blog=3080431&post=290&subd=jakethecake&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://jakethecake.wordpress.com/2009/02/15/the-tears-of-a-king/</link>
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		<title>Opposites Attract</title>
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Ice-Cube Boy and Fire Girl both fell in love at school.
Ice-Cube Boy thought she was hot,
and she thought he was cool.
But when they tried to hug and kiss
her flame went &#8220;fizzle!&#8221;, &#8220;pop!&#8221; and &#8220;hiss!&#8221;
and Ice-Cube Boy was turned to steam,
evaporating with a scream.
Their parents cried &#8220;Our son!&#8221;, &#8220;Our daughter!&#8221;
&#8220;Nothing more than smoke and water,
Now it&#8217;s [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jakethecake.wordpress.com&blog=3080431&post=285&subd=jakethecake&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://jakethecake.wordpress.com/2009/01/12/285/</link>
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