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15th November Dragon’s Den

Welcome to The Dragon’s Den

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Special Guest – Paul Cookson

Paul lives in Retford with his wife, two children, a dog and several ukuleles. He has worked as poet since 1989 and since then has visited thousands of schools and performed to hundreds of thousands of pupils and staff. Paul is also/ has been:

  • the official Poet In Residence for the National Football Museum;
  • Poetry Ambassador for United Learning;
  • Poet Laureate for Slade;
  • Poet for Everton Collection at Liverpool Library;
  • poet in residence for the magazine Literacy Time Plus and wrote specific poems and teachers’ resources.

As part of the National Year of Reading Paul was nominated a National Reading Hero and received his award at 10 Downing Street. His work has taken him all over the world – including visits to Argentina, Uganda, Malaysia, Singapore, Beijing, Belgium, France, Germany and Switzerland.

His work has appeared on Match of The Day, Radio 5 Live, Radio 2, The World Service, CBBC, Sky Sports, Talksport Radio, The Everton match day programme. He has written poems celebrating a variety of footballers – including Brian Labone, Dixie Dean, Howard Kendall, Neville Southall, Alex Young, Joe Royle and Graeme Sharp and performed them at official Everton events. His poem about Brian Labone was read by Ian Callaghan at his funeral and has appeared in the Everton Match day programme. Bill Kenwright read his poem about Dave Hickson at the memorial service Former Everton, Leeds and Nottingham Forest player Duncan McKenzie used a poem by Paul in his autobiography – The Last Fancy Dan. He co-ordinated a poetry exhibition for the National Football Museum. As part of this he wrote a set of commemorative poems for the England team of 1966. He has since met six of the team and they now have the poems written about and for them.

His poem “Let no-one steal your dreams” has been adopted by numerous schools as their mission statement, school motto etc. and become a Year six leaver’s poem. He was once a subsititute for John Cooper Clarke at the Sheffield Off The Shelf Festival and also stood in for Andrew Motion at the Warwick University Arts Centre with European Chamber Orchestra.

His performances are always memorable, lively and extremely funny. Audience participation is non negotiable! WARNING : may contain ukuleles.

He has a vast experience of leading workshops with all age groups and abilities and firmly believes that everyone can write poems. With over sixty titles to his name, Paul has sold well over three quarters of a million books and his poems appear in over two hundred other books. Best known collections include The Poetry Store, Pants on Fire, The Truth About Teachers, I’d Rather Be A Footballer, Give Us A Goal , Spill The Beans, The Truth About Parents, The World At Our Feet and It’s Behind You! As well as a tenth anniversary edition of perennial best seller – The Works ( now sold over 200,000 copies ).

Website     http://paulcooksonpoet.co.uk

Bluenoses  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCKPjkvqDSo

Some Poems Paul will read for us.

WHEN MY LITTLE SISTER SINGS

When my little sister sings

I’d like to think of lovely things

Morning birdsong, angel wings

A nightingale, a bell that rings

Music fit for queens and kings

When my little sister sings

 

But these are not the sounds she brings

More like boingy rusty springs

The noises caused by nettle stings

Or cats that scratch on violins

Then scrape their claws on broken strings

Creaking chains on squeaking swings

 

I’d rather hear anything

Than listen to my sister sing

 

WHEN MY BROTHER PLAYS HIS TRUMPET

We don’t like but have to lump it

When my brother plays his trumpet

 

He huffs and puffs and hoots and honks

Squeaks and parps and toots and squonks

 

The baby cries, the puppy howls

The budgie shrieks, the kitten yowls

 

Dad puts socks into his ears

Mummy’s eyes are full of tears

 

We all wish he’d go and dump it

When my brother plays his trumpet

Full of Surprises

This poem is full of surprises

Each line holds something new

This poem is full of surprises

Especially for you…

 

It’s full of tigers roaring

It’s full of loud guitars

It’s full of comets soaring

It’s full of shooting stars

 

It’s full of pirates fighting

It’s full of winning goals

It’s full of alien sightings

It’s full of rock and roll

 

It’s full of rainbows beaming

It’s full of eagles flying

It’s full of dreamers dreaming

It’s full of teardrops drying

 

It’s full of magic spells

It’s full of wizards’ pointy hats

It’s full of fairy elves

It’s full of witches and black cats

 

It’s full of dragons breathing fire

It’s full of dinosaurs

It’s full of mountains reaching higher

It’s full of warm applause

 

It’s full of everything you need

It’s full of more besides

It’s full of food, the world to feed

It’s full of fairground rides

 

It’s full of love and happiness

It’s full of dreams come true

It’s full of things that are the best

Especially for you

 

It’s jammed and crammed and packed and stacked

With things both old and new

This poem is full of surprises

Especially for you.

Paul Cookson


CRAZY AT THE ZOO

There’s a penguin eating pizza

A lion in the loo

A bear that wears pink underwear

It’s crazy at the zoo

A rock and rolling rhino

A kung-fu kangaroo

A hip hop hippopotamus

It’s crazy at the zoo

 

A ballet dancing buffalo

In a tiny tutu too

An elephant in spotty pants

It’s crazy at the zoo

 

The zebra’s stripes are painted

Orange, red and blue

The tiger’s pink and purple

It’s crazy at the zoo

 

A gecko with an echo

Is g-nagging the gnu

A giggling gorilla

It’s crazy at the zoo

 

A parrot that is potty

Sings **** a doodle doo

A crocodile with a toothless smile

It’s crazy at the zoo

 

Monkeys wearing lipstick

Bonkers but it’s true

Snakes in socks are tied in knots

It’s crazy at the zoo

An orang utan that tangoes

With a cockatoo

A sloth that coughs and races off

It’s crazy at the zoo

 

All the clever keepers

Know just what to do

They’re selling lots of tickets

Lots and lots of tickets

Selling lots more tickets

Because …

It’s crazy – at – the zoo !

 

Paul Cookson

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