Stephanie Writes

'The Girl and The Cat'

(I wrote this a few months ago, and my niece and nephew loved it!)

On a cold winter's day, 

a little girl sat, 

With a small fluffy kitten,

asleep on her lap. 

But all of a sudden, 

with no warning at all!

She jumped to her feet, 

standing all three feet tall! 

Startled and sleepy,

the cat was confused, 

so he stayed where he was.

No, he could not be moved! 

Holding on tight, 

(While she called to her mum). 

The silly cat clung, 

And he hung, 

and he swung! 

Then his sharp little claws, 

poked right through her tights! 

She let out a shriek, 

and he fell with a fright.

So he scrambled away, 

without grace or style,

his little paws sliding,

across the floor tiles.

Taking shelter he scampered,

to the back of the desk.

While mum and the girl, 

Checked her tights and her dress.  

Mum patched the scratch, 

On the leg Of the girl. 

And said with a smile, 

"Can you give me a twirl?" 

While the cat slowly ventured, 

from where he had hid,

The little girl crouched,

as she usually did. 

He crept slowly towards her, 

While hanging his head. 

'It's OK Mr. Whiskers, mum fixed my leg'

Gently she reached out,

and stroked his soft fur. 

He snuggled and snuffled, 

with a 'meow' and a purr. 

"I promise I won't jump up any more!" 

The little girl smiled,

as she sat down on the floor.

He stopped for a moment,

as she patted her knee, 

he jumped onto her lap, 

and didn't move until tea. 

(Inspired by Tollymore Forest Park). 

There once was a forest,

Made only of good things. 

It always felt welcoming, 

A dream in a dream. 

And in this sweet forest,

There stood a very tall tree.

Within it a secret,

So special, you see...

This tree was magical.

It was a house and a home,

For a special family,

Of fairies and gnomes.

Each morning they wake up,

And peek through the bark.

To awaken the flowers,

And banish the dark.

They cast spells of joy!

And they dance around flowers!

They teach birds to sing!

And they splash in spring showers!

They tend to their tree house, 

Baking cookies and buns!

They clean and they tidy,

But they make it look fun! 

At night time they whisper, 

So the sun goes to bed.

Then they welcome the stars, 

And they lay down their heads. 

Old Mister Farty Pants was written for my nephew... who requested a poem about farts. 

Old Mister Farty Pants

Lived all alone.

But he really wanted

Some love of his own.

All of the girls he met

Said, "No, no, no!

Old Mister Farty Pants

Sounds like a trombone!"

He tried, and he tried, but

He just could not find,

Someone to be with him,

Despite his behind!

Then one day while farting,

As he walked down the street,

A lady walked past,

and her butt said, "Beep, beep!"

He looked back towards her,

She turned, face all bright!

And their butts both agreed,

It was love at first sight!

This is one of the first poems I wrote. It's called, 'The Brave Puppy'.

There once was a puppy,

Who, try as he might,

Just could not be brave,

He was scared of the night.

His mother encouraged,

"Go on, you can try

to sleep without light!"

But he'd get scared and cry.

"Oh Mama, I can't do it!"

He cried the next morning.

His siblings could do it,

He heard them all snoring!

As the day became night,

And he washed his paws.

He thought about bed time,

And how scared he was.

"I have something to help you."

Said Mum soft and low....

As she gave him a teddy

With his tummy aglow!

"This is your new friend.

He'll give you some light.

And you can sleep in the dark,

With his tummy all bright!"

So he snuggled, all cosy

In his warm comfy bed,

Wrapped his paws around teddy,

And rested his head.

I wrote this poem for my Nana, who passed away in May 2023. It hit me harder than I ever expected, maybe because she was my last grandparent alive. 

Anyway. It's called, 'Joy' (Because that was her name, although not always her nature!)

Fear not the wind, or water high, if you have Joy.

Proclaim your self as who you are, if you have Joy.

Speak freely and be full of life if you have Joy.

Dance and sing, while wearing her things, if you have Joy.

Awake to the sun and sound of waves, if you have Joy.

Laughter distinct, and hug and drink, if you have Joy.

Sled in snow or get sand between your toes, if you have Joy.

Eat soda bread with marmalade, if you have Joy.

Dance with all your might on bonfire night, if you have Joy.

Sunbathe all day while the children all play, if you have Joy.

Eat Lucky Bag sweets, as she watches The Street, if you have Joy.

Plant tulips in grass, to line the garden path, if you have Joy.

Eat butter like cheese, and play Neil Sedaka please, when you have Joy.

Whiskey each night, and 40 Silk Cut Light.

Call her the queen and watch as she beams.

With a smile every day, 

When the radio plays, 

and you have Joy.