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“How I was saved from Chocaholism” by JR Poulter
Leave a commentHOW I WAS SAVED FROM CHOCAHOLISM!
Aunty’s got a chocolate box.
She said,”Have one or two.”
I had one wrapped in bright red foil,
And then a flowery blue.
I sucked them – oh, so slowly –
They were so VERY nice!
I thought, would Aunty REALLY mind
If I had a couple – twice?
They were the most delicious things
That I had EVER had!
Surely, if I had – just – two more
Aunt could not call me bad?
Oh, SCRUMPTIOUS! YUMPTIOUS! There were more
That I just HAD to taste!
Why – if I left them sitting there
They MUST all go to waste!
The box was looking emptyish.
The last ones left looked lonely.
I thought that it would be QUITE wrong
To leave a couple only!
And so I ate the last ones too,
But, very strange to tell,
They didn’t taste just quite so good,
And – I didn’t feel so well …
My tummy looked about to pop!
My throat felt – kind of queer…
My tummy started woooobelling –
I held onto the chair!
Then as I looked at the chocolate box
And wondered would I be whacked,
I remembered every gluttinous glob
And the box got its contents back -!!
BLARRRRUGH!
Now I wont touch a chocolate,
Not a bar, a block, a bite!
I will not even look at it!
Well, at least I won’t – tonight…
“The Seahorse and the Mermaid” by Madonna George
Leave a commentThe seahorse and the mermaid went
up to the water’s edge one day
To glimpse at the world above-
Together they winked and leapt out of the water and to golden sands they played.
They strolled in the shine of the sun, and warmed their bodies and giggled some more.
For their’s was an adventure that day
An odyssey different to the sea.
The shells they found were presents for Neptune and all the seahorses galore
that fretted and cried for seahorse’s absence.
For they were creatures of the sea
A family yet unamed by sciences and formulas
The mermaid she dipped her sunbronzed body
back into the sea and sweetly murmured to the seahorse
Wait for me!
The Seahorse and the Mermaid by Madonna George
“Me and Captain Cook” by Ron Marsh
Leave a commentME AND CAPTAIN COOK
Captain Cook, he wrote a book,
He was extremely clever,
He wrote of his trip round the world ,
In the barque “Endeavour”.
I watched him sailing past one morn,
I waved, he did not see me.
It was a pity for me and Cook,
For I’d be in his story book.
I guess I wasn’t meant for fame,
And also not for history,
And no one ever heard my name,
I’ll always be a mystery.
“Dolls” by Ron Marsh
Leave a commentDOLLS
I have a baby sister,
I often think she’s cute,
The way she smiles and gurgles,
And bares her one front tooth.
One day she will grow up like me,
And I am nearly eight,
Then she and I can play with dolls.
We’ll take them out the gate.
We’ll push our strollers up and down
And we’ll go parading,
Just like little mothers,
With babies, promenading.
“Sun-Star Far” by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentSun-Star Far
(distance matters)
Our Solar Sun’s diameter’s
four hundred times as wide as Moon’s.
Its distance from the Earth’s about
four hundred times as far.
So when we look up in the sky
at night-time then again at noon
the Moon appears exactly as
the same size as our star.
Although our Sun-star’s really huge
compared to Moon’s small sphere
it’s far enough away from us
to look the same down here!
“Rainstorm” by Toni Newell
Leave a commentRain Storm
The heavens opened,
And down it poured,
It was so loud,
It almost roared.
Big droplets of rain,
Bounced off the street,
Into the gutter,
And onto concrete.
It pelted the cars,
Watered the lawn,
Battered the gardens,
An almighty storm.
When it was over,
The rain having ceased,
There were puddles of water,
As deep as my feet.
“We made a promise to the Moon” by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentWe made a promise to the moon
The year was nineteen-sixty-nine;
the twentieth of July.
Apollo Eleven astronauts
made history on high.
Neil Armstrong, then Buzz Aldrin
left footprints in Moon’s dust.
As pioneers and heroes,
they showed us how to trust.
The world embraced their Star-Child dreams.
A plaque was left behind.
It proudly says, “We came in peace
for all – for ALL mankind.”
“Battle of the Bulge” by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentBattle of the Bulge
(Earth-Moon gravity)
Like many love relationships
the Earth and Moon are falling out.
Despite their great attractiveness
there’s friction they don’t talk about.
When first they met, they twirled and danced.
Their gravitation’s fondness showed.
But by degrees, as time has passed
rotations of their dance have slowed.
The Moon no longer pirouettes
within her orbit round the Earth.
Instead one side is always set
to face the world (and watch his girth).
Their gravity distorts their crusts
and makes them bulge at closest side.
Earth’s oceans rise as though to thrust
a beckoned hand to Moon’s fine pride.
For she creates the ebbs and flows
of all the seas that make our tides.
But honestly, that friction slows
her down and makes her really tired!
Four centimetres every year
she moves away from Earth’s embrace.
Our Moon is drifting off, I fear,
and nothing else could take her place.
from The Science Rhymes Book – second edition (Jabiru Publishing 2018)