THE WHO’Z WHO OF THE HORRIBLE HOUSE by Wes McGee

 

Inside

The

Horrible

House

There is

An awful aquamarine apparition absailing

A bug-eyed beige bogeyman boxing

A crackling crimson cockroach creeping

A disgusting damson Dracula dancing

An eerie emerald elf electrocuting

A floppy flame Frankenstein fencing

A grotty green ghost groaning

A haunting hazel hag hammering

An insane indigo imp ice-screaming

A jittery jade jackal juggling

A kinky khaki king knitting

A loony lime leprechaun lassoing

A monocled maroon madman marching

A nightmarish navy nasty nipping

An outrageous orange ogre oozing

A phoolish purple phantom phoning

A quadruple quicksilver quagga quaking

A revolting red rattlesnake rock n rolling

A spotty scarlet spectre spitting

A terrible turquoise troll trampolining

An ugly umber uncle umpiring

A violent violet vampire vibrating

A whiskery white werewolf windsurfing

An exciting xanthic exoskeleton exploding

A yukky yellow yak yelling

A zitty zinc zombie zapping

Inside

The

Horrible

House !

THE BRUSHBABY by Roger McGough

 

The Brushbaby

Lives under the stairs

On a diet of dust

And old dog hairs.

 

In darkness, dreading

The daily chores,

Of scrubbing steps

And kitchen floors.

 

Dreaming of beauty

Parlours and stardom,

Doomed to a life

Of petty chardom.

THE BUG CHANT by Tony Mitton

 

Red bugs, bed bugs, find them on your head bugs.

Green bugs, mean bugs, lanky, long and lean bugs.

Pink bugs, sink bugs, swimming in your drink bugs.

Yellow bugs, mellow bugs, lazy little fellow bugs.

White bugs, night bugs, buzzing round the light bugs.

Black bugs, slack bugs, climbing up your back bugs.

Blue bugs, goo bugs, find them in your shoe bugs.

Thin bugs, fat bugs, hiding in your hat bugs.

Big bugs, small bugs, crawling on your wall bugs.

Smooth bugs, hairy bugs, flying like a fairy bugs.

Garden bugs, house bugs, lumpy little louse bugs.

Fierce bugs, tame bugs, some without a name bugs.

Far bugs, near bugs, “What’s this over here?” bugs.

Whine bugs, drone bugs, write some of your own bugs.

Bzzzzzzzzzz......

HORRIBLE THINGS by Roy Fuller

“What’s the horriblest thing you’ve ever seen?”

Said Nell to Jean.

“Some grey coloured, trodden on plasticine

Or a plate of left-over cold baked beans.

A cloak-room ticket numbered thirteen.

A slice of meat without any lean.

The smile of a spiteful fairy-tale queen.

A thing in the sea like a brown submarine.

A cheese fur-coated in brilliant green.

A bluebottle perched on a piece of sardine.”

Said Jean.

“What’s the horriblest thing you’ve ever seen?”

Said Jean to Nell

“Your face, as you tell

Of all the horriblest things you’ve seen.”

Said Nell.

 

CAT IN THE DARK by Margaret Mahy

Mother, Mother, What was that?

Hush my darling! Only the cat!

Fighty bitey, ever so mighty

Out in the mooney dark.

 

Mother, Mother, What was that?

Hush my darling! Only the cat!

Prowley, yowley, sleepy, creepy,

Fighty bitey, ever so mighty

Out in the mooney dark.

 

 

Mother, Mother, What was that?

Hush my darling! Only the cat!

Sneaky, peeky, cosy, dozy.

Prowley, yowley, sleepy, creepy,

Fighty bitey, ever so mighty

Out in the mooney dark.

 

Mother, Mother, What was that?

Hush my darling! Only the cat!

Patchy, scratchy, furry, purry,

Sneaky, peeky, cosy, dozy.

Prowley, yowley, sleepy, creepy,

Fighty bitey, ever so mighty

Out in the mooney dark.

THE SEA MONSTER’S SNACK by Charles Thompson

Deep down upon his sandy bed

The monster turned his slimy head,

Grinned and licked his salty lip

And ate another bag of ships.

A YOUNG MAN FROM BERWICK-ON-TWEED by Michael Palin

A Young man from Berwick-On-Tweed

Kept a very strange thing on a lead

He was never once seen

To give it a clean

Or anything else it might need.

THE SLITHERGADEE by Shel Silverstein

The Slithergadee has crawled out of the sea

He may catch all the others, but he won’t catch me.

No you won’t catch ne old Slithergadee;

You may catch all the others, but you wo.......

BEDTIME by Allan Ahlberg

When I go upstairs to bed

I usually give a loud cough

That is to scare the monster off

When I come to my room

I usually slam the door right back

That is to squash the man in black

Who sometimes hides there

Nor do I walk to the bed

But usually run and jump instead

This is to stop the hand

Which is under there all right

From grabbing my ankles.

 

 

NIGHTMARE by Siv Widerberg

I never say his name out loud

and don’t tell anybody

I always close all the drawers

and look behind the door before I go to bed

I cross my toes and count to eight

and turn the pillows over three times

Still he comes sometimes

one two three

like a shot

glaring at me with his eyes

grating with his nails

and sneering his big sneer

the Scratch Man.

Oh-oh now I said his name!

Mama, I can’t sleep

A MONSTER ALPHABET by Gervase Phinn

A is for – ALIEN, arriving by air

B is for – BASILISK, with the deadliest stare

C is for – CYCLOPS , he’s only one eye

D is for - DRAGON, he’ll light up the sky

E is for – EXTRATERRESTRIAL creatures

F is for - FRANKENSTEIN of the frightening features

G is for – GRIFFIN, a lion with a beak

H is for – HYDRA, the many headed freak

I is for – INVISIBLE SPIRITS of the night

J is for – JACK-O-LANTERN, that bright little sprite

K is for – KELPIE, with the great shining teeth

L is for – LOCH NESS, and the monster beneath

M is for – MERMAID, who appears from the deep

N is for – NIGHTMARE, that troubles our sleep

O is for – OPERA PHANTOM, who sings

P is for – PHOENIX, with fiery wings

Q is for – QUASIMODO, who swings from his bell

R is for – ROC, the great bird from hell

S is for – SANDMAN, he’ll steal every dream

T is for – TROLL,’neath the bridge by the stream

U is for – UNICORN, with her long horn of gold

V is for – VAMPIRE, in his tomb dark and cold

W is for – WEREWOLF, who howls ‘neath the sky

X is for – XANTHUS, the horse who can fly

Y is for – YETI, that abominable beast

Z is for – ZOMBIE, the last but not least.

QUESTION TIME by Michaela Morgan

What does a monster look like?

Well ....hairy and scary,

And furry and burly and pimply and dimply and warty and naughty and wrinkled and crinkled....

That’s what a monster looks like.

How does a monster move?

It oozes, it shambles,

It crawls and it ambles, it slouches and shuffles and trudges, it lumbers and toddles, it creeps and it waddles.....

That’s how a monster moves.

Where does a monster live?

In garden sheds, under beds......

In wardrobes, in plugholes, and ditches, beneath city streets, just under your feet......

That’s where a monster lives.

How does a monster eat?

It slurps and it burps,

And gobbles and gulps, and sips and swallows and scoffs, it nibbles and munches

That’s how a monster eats.

What does a monster eat?

Slugs and bats,

And bugs and rats, and stones and mud and bones and blood and squelchy squids.....and nosy kids

YUM!

That’s what a monster eats.