Collywobbles
Jamie’s got the collywobbles,
Zara’s got brain stink,
Martha’s got the gutsy jiggles,
Isobel can’t think.
Arun’s got a corkscrew tongue,
Ollie’s lips are sealed,
Caitlin’s belly somersaults,
Amira’s nerves are peeled.
Freddie’s legs have slushied,
Kye has sweat a pool,
the teacher’s eyes are custard pies,
on the first day of school!
Zara’s got brain stink,
Martha’s got the gutsy jiggles,
Isobel can’t think.
Arun’s got a corkscrew tongue,
Ollie’s lips are sealed,
Caitlin’s belly somersaults,
Amira’s nerves are peeled.
Freddie’s legs have slushied,
Kye has sweat a pool,
the teacher’s eyes are custard pies,
on the first day of school!
This poem is copyright (©) Emma Phillips 2026
About the Writer
Emma Phillips
Emma is a poet, short fiction writer, mum and teacher from Devon. She lives near the M5, which sometimes lures her off on adventures. She has been writer-in-residence at Tiverton Museum for 2024-2025 where she has enjoyed scribbling away between the Wool Trade and the Stocks. She is hopelessly addicted to crisps.
