“Lyle the Lemon” by Lynelle Kendall
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Lyle the Lemon
Lyle the lemon turned eleven,
Time to celebrate!
He planned a party with his friends
His Mum said, “Just ask eight.”
Who would he ask? How would he choose?
The job was hard, for sure,
He thought he’d ask the apple twins
They’d make a solid core.
Gus Grapes – he was a bunch of fun
And Orange, always bright
Watermelon, kind and sweet
Three more left to invite.
Lyle stopped to think, he scratched his peel
Oh yes! His best friend Lime
They’d play some games and do the twist
And have a brilliant time.
Two left to join Lyle’s fruity crew
Two left to share his day.
Banana, she can do the splits
And shake things up. Hooray!
Mum asks, “How many have you got?”
Lyle counts and says, “just seven.”
“That’s find,” says Mum, “I’ll help you out,”
“You must ask cousin Kevin.”
“Oh yeah, thanks Mum. Well now I’m done.”
He wrote out ‘Kiwi Kevin,’
And that’s who came to celebrate
When Lyle turned eleven.
“The Octopus Riddle” by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentWill I find an octopus
if in a tree I start to seek?
It has no wings, but I’ve been told
it’s got a parrot’s horny beak.
Will I find an octopus
if I should dig within the soil?
It has no legs, but I’ve been told
it’s got eight arms that stretch and coil.
if I look in a flower-bed?
It doesn’t have a skeleton
and has a very squishy head.
Might I find an octopus
if I could swim a lake so still?
It lays its eggs in water but
it has no lungs and breathes with gills.
It’s not a bird, worm, slug or frog.
These animals it never meets.
To find out where it likes to live
it helps to know just what it eats.
An octopus can squeeze in cracks
and use its arms most cleverly
to open salty shellfish … so
its habitat is in the sea!
“The Great Chocolate Hide!” By JR Poulter
Leave a commentTHE GREAT CHOCOLATE HIDE!
Beware my Aunt! I’ve made a sign
To warn off friend and stranger,
“Committed Chocaholic!
Your chockies are IN DANGER!”
Whenever I hear her coming
I hide my chocolate bars,
The Milk Ways and Crumbles,
Snickers, Picnics, and the Mars.
I’ve buried them in casseroles
And bags of brussel sprouts,
But her nose is like a bloodhound’s
She always sniffs them out!
I hid them down the backyard
Amidst the potted flowers.
Ants found them before Aunty,
De-anting took us hours!
I hid them in a secret spot,
The best place I could find.
Trouble is I can’t remember where,
And that I really mind!
Now Aunty’s come to help me
Find out just where they are.
Her payment for detective work?
Of course, a chocolate bar!
S’pose eating chocolate’s better
When you don’t eat it alone.
Chocolate Hunts ARE fun with Aunty
But I wish she’d bring her own!
– J.R. Poulter
“No Drama Banana!” by Celia Berrell
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A dribble-free fruit
without stones, pips or seeds
whose skin will peel off
with the greatest of ease
revealing a pillar
of creamy-white pulp
which squashes to slime
that’s rewarding to gulp.
Potassium, Calcium
Vitamin C,
no trace of cholesterol,
it’s mostly fat-free.
You have to admit
that it’s simply no drama
to scoff your way through
any Queensland Banana!
”Cyrch a Chwta: a Challenge!” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentCyrch a Chwta: a Challenge!
My cat adores nothing more
Than salmon, whiting and flake.
And as for my Labrador,
He demands a juicy steak.
But they will not eat them raw —
I cook them, for heaven’s sake!
My parrot says I’m cuckoo.
What to do? I need a break.
James Aitchison
Cyrch a Chwta (pronounced kirch a choota), is a fun Welsh poetic form which has:
- An octave stanza (eight lines)
- Seven syllables per line
- A choice of two rhyming patterns: aaaaaaba or abababcb; the big trick is Line 7, which has to cross-rhyme internally with Line 8, on either the third, fourth or fifth syllable!
In my poem above, the schematic is:
xxxxxxa
xxxxxxb
xxxxxxa
xxxxxxb
xxxxxxa
xxxxxxb
xxxxxxc
xxcxxxb
“April Fool” by Virginia Lowe
Leave a commentApril Fool
I’m looking for Spring
as so many do
for blossom and bulbs
shy violets hold dew
What greets me is change
Winds, rain and shine
It’s now Autumn here
but there’s no call to pine
There are strawberry guavas,
feijoas and pears
very few flowers
but no one much cares
We’d rather our garden
is brimming with fruit
There’ll be time in October
For Flora’s fair loot!
“Fruit Fest” by Julie Cahill
Leave a commentFruit Fest
Lenny Lemon and Lucy Lime
were actors in a pantomime
Oscar Orange and Melon Slice
agreed that would be very nice
so rounded up their fruity friends
Abby Apple, Banana Bend
Granny Smith and Coconut
attended practice, prepared to strut
And when their play reached the stage
suitable for any age
they had forgotten one wee thing
there was no more fruit to hear them sing
no more apples to watch them prance
or watermelon to cheer their dance
So instead, they changed their theatre play
to play itself, that fruitful day.
”Ball Games” by Ron Marsh
Leave a commentBALL GAMES
My sister’s in a netball team,
Where she is goal attack.
I prefer my football
I often play full back.
So throughout season,
On Thursday nights we train,
And then head off on Saturday,
To try to win our games.