Which dog? by Jenny Erlanger

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 At last we’re going to get a dog,

a loving  family pet

but, sadly, we all disagree

on just which dog to get.

 

Mum who loves her garden beds,

who weeds in them for hours

demands a breed that’s guaranteed

to stay away from flowers.

 

Liz would like a Pekinese

to put up on her lap

but Mum believes that dogs like these

will only bite and yap.

 

Dad is sure a boxer dog

would guard the house from robbers

but Liz and I would rather die

than have a dog that slobbers

 

And I would like a Doberman

but Liz says they’re too scary.

She’s still saying Please, a Pekinese

but I say they’re too hairy.

 

The more we talk, the more I think

we’ll never get this pet.

The dog we need must be a breed

that hasn’t surfaced yet.

 

A Bird Unique by Margaret Pearce

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 Hoo hoo hoo, and he haw hay

laughed the Kooka on his way.

 

After him the Magpies chased

winging past in reckless haste.

 

What was it that the Kooka heard

to cause the Magpies get so stirred?

 

An ornithologist rushed to meet

a Magpie walking on two sore feet.

 

‘I’m scared to fly,’ the Magpie wailed

‘They laughed at me because I failed.’

 

He then limped on, a bird unique,

an unhappy agoraphobic freak.

 

oooOooo

 

A Drafted Poem by Alix Phelan

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Once I was a little kid

just like you.

I had to write a poem

but didn’t know what to do

 

I sat at a desk

with a well full of ink

I dipped a pen in

and wrote what I think

was my best

 

But my best needed work

so I sat down to think;

scratched out some words

with my pen and ink

 

Another word didn’t sound

all that good

so I crossed it right out

and put one that would

 

I did this a few times

then read words aloud

and played with the rhythms

and played with the sound

 

I’d written a poem

that made sense when read

that rhymed pretty well

and it came from my head

 

I’m a grown-up now,

and I’ve written lots,

but some words I write

don’t quite fit the box

 

Still I rewrite the verse

or the phrase or whole poem

It’s what writers do

before they get known.

 

There’s nothing wrong

with not getting it right,

just as long as you make sure

to sit down and write.

The Swanning Cat by Sally Odgers

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 I call him the swanning cat

Cos he swans around, in and then stares at the door

Always on the wrong side

Lost in contemplation

Lingering on the brink

He’s a ginger pain

Itching to keep me awake

Most certainly knows my bedtime

Teases me by implication

Has to go out…just for a pee

Eager to return

Swanning back in

When I yell for him

After waiting awake for far too long

Now, I ask you, is that nice?

No!

In and out and forth and back, and mew and stare at the door

Notwithstanding whisker-wipes and such

Great. He’s a swanning

Cat

Action must be

Taken if I’m ever to get any sleep.

 

Bogey Biology by Celia Berrell

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Like microscopic armies

battling germy foes

a microbe war is raging

inside our snotty nose.

 

Staphylococcus aureus

can make us very ill.

Resistant to most medicines

it’s difficult to kill.

 

But scientists who study snot

have seen these bad germs die

when a different bacteria

is plentiful nearby.

 

They plan to use this winning germ

to make antibiotics.

Such science research might be called

exotic snot biotics!

Mango Spell by Kate O’Neil

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I’m sitting in the shade of the mango tree.

It’s a white-hot day but it doesn’t bother me

’cause it’s cool in the shade of the mango tree

eating mango.

 

The round ripe fruits of the mango tree

glow like sunsets all around me

and a warm rich perfume dizzies me

from the mango.

 

So there isn’t any place I’d rather be

than the dark green shade of the mango tree

with golden mangoes tempting me

on the mango.

 

 

The Good Ship Gumtree by Jaz Stutley

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We pinch a tea towel for a sail,

And to the deck the ladder scale.

With any luck we’ll spy a whale

From the Good Ship Gumtree.

 

We climb the rigging till we stop;

Reach the crow’s nest up tiptop,

Then down upon the floor we flop,

On the Good Ship Gumtree.

 

No crows upon this ship today,

But cockies screech and fly away.

And sailing onwards, branches sway

On the Good Ship Gumtree.

 

The horizon is a sea of green:

The biggest waves you’ve ever seen.

Only the breeze knows where we’ve been

On the Good Ship Gumtree.

 

Ahoy, ahoy, what’s that ahead?

A school of fish – a flock instead?

Parrotfish of blue and red

Around the Good Ship Gumtree.

 

And when sunset floods the sky

We head to port and dock nearby.

“Was it fun?” asks Mum. “Aye, aye,

We sailed the Good Ship Gumtree.”

 

 

 Things I love about Christmas by Vanessa Proctor

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 For Natalie

 

Christmas is my favourite time,

the best part of the year,

it’s when we get to celebrate,

our hearts so full of cheer.

 

I love Christmas stories,

I love Christmas songs,

I love Carols in the Park

where we can sing along.

 

I love the Christmas table

with its cloth of red and gold,

crackers, candles, fresh pine trees

from deep forests of old.

 

I love to wrap the presents,

put one beneath the wishing tree,

I love decorations and all the lights

sparkling down on me.

 

I love the magic of Christmas Eve,

leaving Santa his milk and mince pies,

some carrots for his reindeer

who soar down from the skies.

 

On Christmas morning I awake

to think of the baby come from above,

remembering why we do it all

because of love, love, love.