Centre parcs poetry challenge.
‘This is my entry to the Center Parcs and Tots 100 November challenge. If I’m chosen, I would like to visit Longleat Forest” 🙂
Centre parcs nature expert and Conservation Ranger, Emma Tapp set out 5 tips to help “bring out the inner poet”, our fave tip was number 2.Play outside – “Despite the drop in temperature, it’s great to wrap up warm and get outside in the fresh air. The sound of the leaves crunching as you stroll through the park or play in the garden is bound to get you and your children inspired, so why not head outside for a brisk autumn stroll before setting to work on your poetic masterpiece?”
This was our fave tip as we love getting wrapped up in our hats, scarfs and gloves, getting Mini all cosy in the pram and heading out for walks with our little dog, to our local parks and forests!
Our little shed in all its autumnal glory!
We live in lovely little Northern Ireland so it is only right that we submit a “Irish Limerick” style poem for this challenge. Irish Limericks are traditionally funny, nonsense riddley rhymes, perfect for little ones so here we go
Way up North on the Emerald Isle,
a little girl sits with a great big smile.
Surveying the countryside, all around her
she sits in her pram and begins to ponder!
Why have the leaves on the trees all gone golden?
Oh she exclaims is it because they’re all olden’?
Just like Granda, Nannie and old auntie Pat
the leaves colours have changed, though they haven’t got fat?!
They’re all yellow, red and golden
some are orange red and cream
The colours are so beautiful she thought
It’s like a lovely dream.
But wait look at that branch, that branch over there
she shouts whilst waving her little fingers wildly in the air.
Oh mumma whats happened hes lost his long hair ?
Mini exclaimed with a look of despair!
Mini my dear, never you fear for
Winter is coming and Christmas is nearly here!
The little branch thought it was time to prepare
So he sped off into town in search of new hair!
Just like daddy hes had a little trip to the barbers chair
as hes going down later to visit the country fair!
Hes been practicing his dancing, with your cousin franscein
and the rest of his hair fell of whilst he was prancing!
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Little lucky shamrock.. fingers crossed our poem meets the grade 🙂 or i’ll have a face on me like a lurgan spade 😉