John Churchill Poems
|3.||The Knocking Shop 2||5/6/2006|
|4.||The Knocking Shop 3||5/6/2006|
|6.||Tv Star.......Not Me||5/10/2006|
|8.||Every Face Tells A Story||5/10/2006|
|9.||What's Up Doc?||5/12/2006|
|10.||Bobby The Snail||9/4/2006|
|11.||The Knocking Shop||5/6/2006|
|13.||A Bedtime Story||5/10/2006|
|14.||Living On The Streets||5/10/2006|
|16.||International Scouse Day||5/5/2006|
Comments about John Churchill
My grandad has great big ears
and he's losing all his hair
he always wears a cardie
when he's in his special chair.
My grandad tells me stories
when I'm sitting on his knee
and in his cardie pocket
finds a lollipop for me.
He's always telling funny jokes
doing tricks and other things
and I always have to laugh
each time my grandad sings.
I love to give him cuddles
hugs and kisses too
my grandad really loves me
and grandad, I love you.
Mr Rolly-Polly was a very greedy bloke,
always eating fish 'n'chips and drinking lots of coke.
He couldn't pass a burger bar or a hotdog stand,
and every night at nine o'clock he'd visit Pizzaland.
One day while having breakfast, full English served with chips,
something strange did happen, he couldn't part his lips.
He tried to force them open but they were truly bound
and when he tried to shout for help he couldn't make a sound.