“Eat Your Vegies” by Stephanie Boase

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Eat Your Vegies!


Eat your vegies,

Hurry up!

They’re good for you, you know.

Eat the greens and in-betweens

And big and strong you’ll grow!

Lettuce, tomatoes, beans and such

Give vitamins and iron;

All the things your body needs

To keep it running fine.

And afterwards

We’ll have dessert,

Your favourite fruity treat;

Ice cream served with apple pie.

So eat your vegies now,

My Sweet!

Prompt#20 “Find Your Treasure”


This week is Book Week and the theme for 2018 is:

“Find Your Treasure”

Let’s use this as a prompt to write poems.

Teachers please share this site with your schools to get the poems out to students.

Please send poems to:




And this weeks quote:

“Coco Cough-not” by Celia Berrell

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Coco Cough-not

A wintery cough

can feel rather tough.


Persistent and hacking

it sends our smiles packing

then steals counted sheep

so we can’t get to sleep.


Now would you cheer up

to know help’s in a cup?


It turns out that coco

all jolly and ho-ho

can soothe our cough ills

even better than pills.


This chocolate goldmine

contains theobromine

and as we’d expect,

has no ill-effects.


With this coco-cough link

have a hot chocolate drink!


An ingredient in chocolate may actually be a more effective cough medicine than traditional remedies, a new study suggests.

“Hot Chocolate” by Stephanie Boase

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Hot Chocolate


With happy anticipation,

My fingers hug my mug,

Warming my hands

And body whole.


Smooth and soothing,

The chocolatey trickles,

Down my throat as I sip;

Warm ripples of contentment roll.


Soft melting marshmallows

Float atop;

Silky pillows of sweetness.

Comfort for a busy mind

Nurturing body and soul,

Hot Chocolate!

Stephanie Boase


“I’m mad about …..” by Katherine Gallagher with Teacher Notes

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I’m mad about . . .

I’m mad about honey

that’s runny and funny

I’m mad about cheese

that grows on old trees

I’m mad about chilli

that’s spice-cool and silly

I’m mad about eggs

and rainbow-striped veg

I’m mad about jam

on speckled green ham 

I’m mad about pepper

the hotter the better


Teacher’s note:

This exercise can be fun with ages 6 – 12. Give them Ogden Nash’s poem.

Mustard  as a prompt  

I’m mad about mustard,

                                      even on custard.

Then have a brief discussion  in which you ask them what they’re mad about


©Katherine Gallagher

“Cosy” by Penny Szentkuti

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It’s the middle of the night.

Mum got up first.

We’re whispering.

She’s making hot chocolate.

The heater’s on.

It’s cosy.

The TV’s quietly humming the anthem of a faraway place.

We snuggle into blankets on the couch.

The spoon clinks as mum stirs.

The players are in position.

The whistle goes.

All eyes on the ball.

The mug warms my hand.


Penny Szentkuti

“Playing With Your Food” by Chris Owen


Playing With Your Food


The beans stood on the boundary.

The spuds were in the slips.

The carrot stood at silly point.

At gully were the chips.

At deep square leg the celery was ready with the dips.


The VI Peas were in the stands and banking on a draw.

The soup came steaming in to bowl.

You should’ve heard the roar.

But the apple read the line and length,

and tonked the ball for four.


The veggies needed wickets, so they introduced a spinner,

an aubergine, that many times had proved to be a winner,

and now it had the chance to gain the upper hand at dinner.


A fizzing ball just clipped the pads.

“Howzat!” cried Brussel Sprout.

The spuds appealed in unison.

There wasn’t any doubt.

The pepper grinder quite agreed and gave the lemon out.


The fruits were looking shaky, so the veg sent on their quicks,

who fired down some bouncers with a googly in the mix,

but the avocado wasn’t fazed and smashed them all for six.


Now the apple at the city end just needed one more run,

and when it smacked a cover drive it knew the game was won.

Oh, what a way to end the match and score a maiden ton.

Yes, playing with your food is wrong, but also heaps of fun.


Chris Owen 2018

“The ghost who stole my Vegemite” by James Aitchison

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The ghost who stole my Vegemite


Have you heard of the ghost

who stole my Vegemite toast?

A disgusting event —

more disgusting than most!


I’d spread it on thickly —

’twas the way I liked it —

but the ghost just took it,

and then he hiked it.


So if you spy a ghost

whose mouth is all black,

please do the right thing

and give him a whack!


James Aitchison