Poetry Competition Winners!

Here are the winning poems that Michael Rosen selected from over 1000 entries. Congratulations to all the winners who each recieved a certificate and a book voucher for Waterstones.

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Edinburgh

I Can Explain by Niamh, Catriona and Louise, Bonnyrigg Primary

Albert, Janet and Jimmy-Bob sitting in our stomachs. We're feeling guilty of cookie death.

Albert was the crunchy one, Janet was so tasty and Jimmy-Bob was moist like the chicken I bought in Safeway.

The mars bar under my pillow was not as nice as them. I never thought I could describe it with only a pen. The Toffee was so icky and the fudge was so sticky so I took a bite of my cookie and "WHOOPSIE Daisy" That was the end of my friend Albert.

Janet was so special to me, but I ate her for my tea. I really was so hungeree and that was the end of my friend Janie.

Jimmy-Bob was last, but least. I ate him for my playtime piece.

I CAN EXPLAIN!!!!!!!!

Glasgow

An Orchestra War by Caitlin and Eilidh, Silverwood Primary

In the distance I can hear crashing of waves as soldiers run ashore,
Then the whoosh, thump and crump of bombs draws my attention once more

As I walk on, I hear the screech of ships heading towards the sand
It gets worse as I get closer and closer
As I try to escape the sounds just keeps running up and down my spine
I shiver at the sound of the orchestra war

As I walk on, even further I hear the voices of men shouting
It feels as if they are right next to me
The orchestra war is over
The time has come for it to leave

Dundee

43 by Nicole, Gowriehill Primary

When darkness falls
There's nothing to see.
Nothing's there
At 43.

No lights
No steps
No way in
No way out.
No doors
No windows either.

Who is there
On their own?
Who is there
So alone?

When darkness falls
There's nothing to see.
Nothing's there
At 43.

Aberdeen

Ane Wee Fish by Shona, Woodside Primary

Ane wee fish
Gold, broon and blue
Twa wee eens
Wee fins as it sweeims

Swimmin in and oot the craigs
Duntin its heid as it gangs
What a shame for the ane wee fish
Fit will it dae

Skirlin fo his ma
Rakin, rakin a'wey Through the tangle, a'neath the reef
At last, there's ma wi a smirk
Upon her face.

Inverness

My Brother by Sandaidh, Lochardil Primary

My brother is grey.
He is a cold winter night in prison.
He is a snowy afternoon.
He is a pair of ugly trousers and a hard seat.
He is Mastermind and a plate of cold pasta.