“Ants” by Ron Marsh

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I was eating supper very late,

And chanced to look upon my plate,

A little black ant standing there,

Just about to share my fare.


I said to him “now listen mate,

I want you quickly off my plate”.

To ants one should not be so bold,

He’s brought back friends a hundred-fold.

“Kookaburra” by Stephanie Boase

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Kookaburra sits

On a clothes line tall,

Carefully surveying

The urban sprawl.

Spying a movement

In the grass,

He swoops down swiftly.

Dinner at last!

Won’t you laugh kookaburra,

Laugh for me?

Your life is so much harder

Than it used to be.

Prompt 11 #My Pet


Good Morning,

Thank you for the poems sent in recently . I am away on holidays, Long Service Leave, from the end of this week until after the long weekend in SA, the 11th of June. I have a selection of poems in the waiting room folder to call on. If you have a poem in your files you would like to send to me this week please do so.

The prompt for Monday the 10th of June is “My Pet”. Please send in humorous poems about your pet. If you don’t have one make up an imaginary pet. This gives you plenty of time to write and you can send them in any time before 11th of June. I will have Wifi while away and can save poems sent via email.

Thank you everyone

Send poems to poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com



And today’s encouragement


“A bite of a laugh” by Alex Phelan

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A bite of a laugh…


On the patio last Thursday

l was cleaning the dust away

the chairs hadn’t been wiped for ages

and for this neglect I would pay.


My satisfied duster flicked over

each heavily soiled chair 

as cobwebs flew like magic 

through the warm and humid air.


A sudden sensation – a tickle

a panic at ankle height

a tiny black menacing spider 

had had more than its size in fright.


It wasn’t too happy about this

in fact it was mighty mad

so with lightning force it bit me

then hid in the nearest plant.


Who’d imagine a tiny black spider 

could inflict such searing pain

I fell to the patio tiles


never to dust again.


The pain in the ankle grew sharper 

the skin turned light pink and then red

The doc she prescribed penicillin, 

 intoned in a voice that I dread,

“You will need to take fourteen days of it

or you just might end up 

quite dead.

“Night Stalker” by Julie Cahill

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It seems of late, a cheeky elf has morphed inside of me
At night I lay here wide awake, then sneak away to see
Creatures great and creatures small, some all lithe and inky
Some are kind and others hungry and some are downright stinky
Flitting in between the trees, over hill and dale
Suddenly I’m stationary, morphed into a snail
My Mum will worry when she finds I’m nowhere to be found
‘I’m down here, Mum, in the bushes sliding on the ground.’
But as I crane my neck right out, far out from my shell
My arms fall out, turn to wings and lift me from that hell
I’m soaring now; a butterfly, orange, green and blue and as I land I’m now confronted by a young girl’s shoe
It looks familiar, that it does, pressed against my nose
Good gracious I was dreaming then almost comatose
I must have fallen from my bed, knocked myself unconscious
I twitch each part hoping that every part’s responsive
I hear Mum calling
‘Breakfast time,’ I stand and dust my pride
But don’t you worry, Cheeky Elf is safely tucked inside.

“Mr Squiggle:the man from the moon” by Andrew Carter

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Mr. Squiggle: the man from the moon


Here’s Mr. Squiggle, with lots of puns for everyone

Here’s Mr. Squiggle, sing a tune from the moon

You can see with glee his home’s a mystery

Crater Crescent – his home on the moon.


Blackboard says, ‘upside-down, upside down’

‘Hurry-up, hurry-up, Easel frowns,

Steamshovel has a joke, Mr. Squiggle says, ‘soon’

‘Knock, knock,’ ‘I’m home on the moon’


Children write-in squiggles and tricky riddles

Mr. Squiggle solves scribbly dibbly scribbles

Pencils by his nose, everything he knows

He walks the moon with a happy lunar tune