The prescription

Tell you what, Granny

(says Ruby)

What say I write you

a prescription

for some medicine

to stop you forgetting

your friend

is dead.

You must add

your friend's name:

"Pat."

I didn't have someone

I didn't have someone

to play with today

(says Ruby).

But I was a bit happy

because

I didn't have to

go in and out

in and out

out and in.

Nothing left to learn

I can't remember what I learned today

(says Ruby).

I've got nothing left to learn.

I haven't learned anything

from pieces of paper,

just from aeroplanes.

This says

This says
(says Ruby)
that the Queen
of human Wellington
has died.

That's awful.
I'd better ring up
the Government.

Oh, hi.
The Queen has died.
What? Can't be! Oh no!
What are the butterfly fairies
going to do?
Oh really? Joking?
True?

A poor thing

I'm a poor girl
(says Ruby)
because I've got a sore throat.

Another poor thing
is a monarch butterfly
lying on the ground
with one wing bruised.

Dragon

I'm sorry I didn't bring
my new toy, Dragon
(says Ruby)
but he had a panic attack.

He lost his voice
and it's far far away
in the North Pole.
So it won't be back
till the weekend.

Ruby's rhyming poem

Dinosaur, dinosaur
don't eat me.
Eat someone else:
I'm Grann-y.

Body language

If it's very very very hard
(says Ruby)
to figure yes or no
that's your body's way
of saying No.

Here's an ambulance

Here's an ambulance
(says Ruby).
Will you fight with them please?

They're going to steal my marry dress.
Oh, they've wrecked my marry dress
with their words!

I have to talk to my Buddha about that.
But not today:
I have to sew my marry dress.

Do you know?

Do you know
(says Ruby)
how we stop smelling bad smells?
We roll around on the ground
like this,
and wiggle our hips.
See?

Do you know how we do ones?
We do a big line
and a line, like that.
You did it wrong.

Do you know I can say
warm as toast two ways.
Warm as toast
and toast as warm.

The boy monkeys hit the girl monkeys

The boy monkeys hit the girl monkeys
(says Ruby)
and mostly when I say
Tidy up! Tidy up!

the poor girls
get to tidy up, tidy up
and they get two stickers and a stamp
and something to eat.

But not the boy monkeys.
We both have to face the boy monkeys
and say,

You won't get two stickers
and a stamp
in the middle of the book.

Not the boys.
Just the girls.

I saw one monkey

I saw one monkey
(says Elsie)
swinging on the fridge door.
Then the fridge door shut
And he got stuck inside
And called Help! Help!
very loudly.

Leaky dishwasher

One monk sneaked out of that corner
(says Elsie)
and went splash splash like that.
Another monk tipped over the bowl
and then he swimmed in it.

True love

There could be bad water
(says Elsie).
She might get drowned and fall asleep
like Sleeping Beauty,
like this.

And he might fall in love
with her but not yet,
only when he drags the water
out of her mouth.

The boy has to make the tonic
and put it in the girl's mouth
because she fell asleep.

He says I love you,
when I sleep
I always dream of your love of me.

Jam fingers
in the dark depths
of the spear.
You're already got to married.

The truth of my life

My monkeys have cutting plates
(says Elsie).

They must not cut me
or the truth of my life.

I don't like you

I don't like you.
I read your book
and I still don't
like you even more
than I didn't like you

before, before you died
before I read your book.
Still I'm glad
you're glad
you wrote your book.

When I get tired of being a ballerina

When I get tired of being a ballerina
(says Elsie)
I will have a baby
called Hannah
and she will be my friend.

But I can't have two friends
called Hannah
so I will have to give
my baby Hannah
to my other friend
Layla.

Actually I won't get tired
of being a ballerina.

I love laughing (says Elsie)

I love laughing
(says Elsie).

It makes me feel
nice and firm.

Can you hear that wind?
It's breathing.

Happy hipday

(for Jan)

The hip op was tip-top.
Soon you will hip-hop
and high kick and flip flop,
not just in your brain.


Last week you sat
like a marionette.
Now you are back,
a person again.

Gone is the duck walk,
the bald, worn out bone.
Posies and pirouettes!
Gone is the pain.

Hip hip hooray
for the hip of the day!

Writing a book

I am writing a book.
It will take time.
The book has a title: Flatlantis.
And another: Tropical Ice.

The poems will grow like pack-ice.
They will flow like sweat.
They will be easy to read.
They will be hard to write.

When the book is published
I will be a grown-up.
Curious.
How will that feel?