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The Halloween Party


The children are having a party

It’s a Halloween Party tonight

There are ghosts and ghouls

And mysterious pools

Of something that’s red and bright

At the Halloween Party tonight.


There are screaming dollies and poisonous lollies

And someone will cook up a brew

Of raspberry punch, but I have a hunch

It may contain cockroaches too.

There’ll be silverfish in the Turkish delight

At the Halloween Party tonight.


There’s fairy bread and they’ll chop off your head

If you don’t eat a slice or two

The sprinkles they’ve used are poison-infused

A horrid concoction, it’s true

But the children will eat them and squeal with delight

At the Halloween Party tonight.


The bottles of jam should be left quite alone

They don’t contain fruit, but there’s blood and there’s bone

And if you should dare to sample the stuff

You’ll find that a spoonful is more than enough

You won’t last long, you’ll be out like a light

At the Halloween Party tonight.


The two guillotines are a lovely idea

They bought them on sale at the local Ikea

They can’t wait to use them, and so I suggest

You wear a thick collar, a metal one’s best.

Or else you may get a reduction in height

At the Halloween Party tonight.


The children are having a party

A Halloween party tonight

It’s terribly wicked, but great fun for all

See spectres and phantoms walk right through the wall

And someone is bound to set nighties alight

At the Halloween Party tonight.


Bring your own chainsaw, but dress isn’t formal,

It’s best to wear something entirely abnormal

A cape made of bats will be just the right thing!

And, for heaven’s sake, do remember to bring

A playmate with whom you can fight

At the Halloween party tonight.


There are colourful balls from an army stall

But resist the temptation to touch them at all.

They’re hand grenades, I’m rather afraid,

So touch them and quite a loud bang will be made

But not quite as loud as the dynamite

At the Halloween Party tonight.



There’ll be games to play, but let me just say –

Be careful of musical chairs.

If you’re standing up when the music stops

They’ll chain you and kick you downstairs.

And those chains will be locked as tight as tight

At the Halloween Party tonight.


The children have sent out their invitations

To vampires and zombies and ghouls of all nations

It’s a multicultural beastly bash

For monsters that howl and claw and bash

There’ll be creatures you wouldn’t dare to invite

At the Halloween Party tonight.



The children are having a party

A Halloween party tonight

The games they’ve invented are frankly demented

You’ll be thrown in the lake with both feet cemented

The candles they burn will be arsenic-scented

Breaking Dawn fans will be deeply resented.

A genuine iron maiden they’ve rented

And once you’re locked in, I’m afraid you’re prevented

From evermore seeing the light

At the Halloween Party tonight.


Doug MacLeod







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The Lost Cat and Sweet Violets


There once were some children who found a small cat

Homewards they took her to sit on a …

Cushion, and just then she wanted to eat

So they gave her a plate of nice juicy …

Carrots – but she didn’t like orange she’d rather have red

So they found her some roses to try them…

As food. But she turned up her little pink nose

And said she would never eat flowers unless they were…


Sweet violets, sweeter than the roses

Covered all over from head to toe

Covered all over with sweet violets.


© Virginia Lowe
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #42


Comment: The lack of rhyme makes the rhyme obvious and amusing, and as Norman Lindsey (The Magic Pudding) remarked, children are most interested in food. So here it is.


Winners announced


Congratulations to regular ACP Poem of the Day contributors Stephen Whiteside and Jenny Erlanger, who both won prizes in the recent  2016 Toolangi C. J. Dennis Written Poetry Competition.

Here are the full results:

Adult Open

First Prize – Golden Wedding (Shelley Hansen)

Second Prize – From Gallipoli With Love (Tom McIlveen)

Third Prize – Bobby’s Return (Tom McIlveen)


Open Themed – a poem inspired by “The Moods of Ginger Mick”

First Prize – Dear Rose (David Campbell)

Second Prize – Blarst the Flamin’ War (Shelley Hansen)

Third Prize – The Ghost of Ginger Mick (Stephen Whiteside)


Adults Writing for Children (as judged by an adult)

First Prize – Grandma’s Party (Graham Watt)

Second Prize – A Scarf and a Half (Jenny Erlanger)

Third Prize – The Bin Brigade (Jenny Erlanger)

Highly Commended – Toolangi Pie (David Campbell)

Highly Commended – My Teddy and I (Shelley Hansen)

Highly Commended – The Day the Clock Stopped (Stephanie M. Ward)

Highly Commended – My Little Brother (Wendy Seddon)

Highly Commended – Noses (Peter O’Shauhnessy)


Adults Writing for Children (as judged by children)

First Prize – Toolangi Pie (David Campbell)

Second Prize – My Teddy and I (Shelley Hansen)

The REAL Reason I Don’t Brush My Teeth (Stephen Whiteside)


Poems by Children in Secondary School

First Prize – Classroom (Sebastian Brooker)

Second Prize – Flames Always Burn (Tiarne Guyatt)

Third Prize – The Love of the Sea (Tiarne Guyatt)


Poems by Children in Primary School

First Prize – My Grandpa (Isabella Wallace)

Second Prize – The Brumby (Gabriella Manifold)

Third Prize – The Wackergonginee (Lily Dracopoulos)



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Ham vs Flout


Captain Ham had a beard as green as old broccoli,

And a streak as mean as a bitter green.


They say that he led his crew in a mutiny,

Against Captain Flout (just a young brussel sprout).


The battle was swift and soon Ham had the victory,

All Flout’s hopes sank as he walked the plank.


Balanced on the edge looking down into destiny,

His quivering lips were as pale as parsnips.


“This ‘ere be the Basin of Sharks,” sneered his enemy,

“Thanks for ye ship, in ye go fer a dip!”




The overthrown captain was chomped up like celery.

The ship sailed away but ever since that day…


Superstitious old Ham has been cursed by the memory.

He can’t eat a sprout without thinking of Flout.

Lynelle Kendall
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #29

Poetry Prompt #29

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Small Wonder


Please don’t be frightened, sweet butterfly blue,

I just want to capture a picture of you.

As I inch closer I mean you no harm.

It’s not my intention to cause you alarm.

Your wings are so delicate: colours so pretty!

Please don’t fly away. That would be such a pity.

No need now to flutter, I’ll keep this quite brief.

Just stay where you are on that rich deep green leaf.

That’s perfect! I’ve got you! You’ll soon be on show:

Your beauty shared proudly with people I know.


Monty Edwards
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #40


Monty says: This poem draws on recent experience at a magnificent butterfly farm in Penang, Malaysia.

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A single drop

plop, plop, plop

joining other drops     plop, plop, plop


into rivers, on to crops,

getting thicker, louder, quicker

in the cities on the streets

water coming down in sheets

raindrops dropping, never stopping

ad infinitum

plop, plop     plopping

© Katherine Gallagher
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #15

Poetry Prompt15 Katherine said:  The inspiration came from hearing a single drop, loud and individual, and then the gradual building into a thunderstorm and more.

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Happy Monday, everyone. This week’s prompt can be interpreted in a number of ways … the marine animal, the insignia, joining two things together or finalising an agreement. I’ll be interested in seeing what you come up with a poem for children. Thanks to everyone who’s been contributing poetry. I appreciate your support – the Poem of the Day couldn’t run without it. Don’t forget you can always catch up on prompts you’ve missed. Send all poems to me at traffa-m@bigpond.net.au as a Word or text document attachment and add a few words about your writing process or inspiration. Please make sure your name is on your poem as well as on your email.

Happy writing!


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This Is Me!


Morning sun throws out gold to fill up the sky,

I wake, thoughts wash through my brain as I lie.


I eat in a room full of joy and sunshine

And vow to myself that this day shall be mine.


I pack up my things and climb on my bike

And pedal and pedal, this is just what I like!


Happiness bubbles I recognise glee,

I dance and I twirl. This is me, this is me!


I pedal back home with a smile on my face,

I need no one to tell me I’m in just the right place.


The moon rises up as I sink into sleep

And dreams take my soul to a midnight blue deep.

Patti Bourne
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #42
    Prompt5Patti said: I love sing song poetry for children and this one was written for my ‘child self’!

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A Scorpion’s Search

A scorpion christened Cruella, left home to search for a fella.

She sifted through sand and she searched under slate.

She peered under pebbles to look for a mate.

She reached under rocks and she gazed at the ground

but a masculine mini beast couldn’t be found.


Cruella, poor creature, was filled with despair.

There had to be someone who loved her out there.

But wait! She heard rustling and spotted the cause.

From a burrow appeared some spectacular claws.


They belonged to a sumptuous scorpion male.

What glorious eyes, and that sting in his tail!

It was love at first sight for Cruella and friend,

Which is how satisfactory quests all should end.

Pat Simmons
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #42



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Eclectic Tastes


My sister Carissa likes classical music,

My brothers like hip-hop and rap.

My mum? She likes opera. My Dad likes the blues,

But me? I don’t know which to choose.


Aunt Paula likes pop, Uncle Jimmy likes jazz,

My cousins like country and folk.

My teacher likes techno, my mate likes reggae,

But me? Well, I really can’t say.


My Pa’s into punk. Granny loves rock and roll.

My Great Grandad says “Play honky tonk!”

My cat chooses Celtic, my dog likes to swing,

But me? I can’t choose what to sing.


I like a capella and garage and gospel,

And blue grass or even baroque.

A fan of all genres – this fact I can’t hide

Which is best? There’s no way I’ll decide.


Just look at my playlist, I’m not playing favourites

You could say I’ve got eclectic taste.

Force me to choose but you’ll have no success,

There’s no way I can say which is best.

Lynelle Kendall
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #23

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