A girl named Amelia Hicks,
Went to Discount Day at the flicks.
She sat right through Jaws,
Halloween and Star Wars
For a cost of Sixteen Sixty-six.

Image from Pexels by GEORGE DESIPRIS
A girl named Amelia Hicks,
Went to Discount Day at the flicks.
She sat right through Jaws,
Halloween and Star Wars
For a cost of Sixteen Sixty-six.

Image from Pexels by GEORGE DESIPRIS
May the twelfth is Limerick Day,
So I thought I’d better just say,
Limericks are fun,
Have a go at one,
Grab your pen without delay!

Image from Pexels by picjumbo.com
It hardly rains
but when it pours
on sleepy desert ground
the speedy changes
to the land
will certainly astound.
A dried-up creek
now overflows
expanding to a lake.
And dormant life-forms
eggs and seeds
immediately awake.
The dry red dirt
transforms into
a carpet made of flowers.
And tiny creatures
start to hatch
within a few short hours.
With decorations
all in place
the waterbirds arrive.
Providing
lots of music.
Now the party’s come alive!
First Published in CSIRO’s Scientriffic #66 2009

Just imagine if this was where
your school concert took place!
With lots of gold everywhere,
you’d be in a magic space.
Picture yourself up on the stage —
what would you dance or sing?
With mums and dads in every box,
the applause would really ring.

Photo of Teatro de Fenice (Venice Opera house) Italy, by Ginette Pestana
(written in the style of a Sestina)
It no longer exists, the thylacine,
though dog-like creature calls,
stripes flick through bush.
Tracking wallaby by scent,
tail extended behind,
the animal is rarely seen.
Overlooking lightly-wooded scene,
rounded ears pricked, is it a thylacine?
Struck by its kangaroo behind,
many rush to phones, make calls.
Yet few rangers are sent
to check sightings in the bush.
Walkers hike in lonely bush,
dangers not often seen.
But is smell of musk scent
a sign of the thylacine?
Researchers follow up calls,
hoping to sight a striped behind
If they come up behind
a strange wolf in the bush
giving coughing barks or yipping calls,
is it an illusion they’ve seen,
because extinct is the thylacine?
Still they cannot let go of the scent.
Tasmanian trappers noted musk scent
when they followed behind
extended heel tracks of a thylacine.
Where’s proof it exists in the bush?
Do hundreds mistake what they’ve seen?
When others laugh, few make calls.
ARFRA* records all calls,
hurries to chase up a scent,
wants hard proof of what’s been seen.
One day they hope to sneak up behind
the strange creature frequenting the bush
to identify without doubt the thylacine.
In time, with calls, a brown striped behind,
peculiar scent in the bush,
proof will be seen of the extinct thylacine.

Image from Digital Classroom.
Note: *Australian Rare Fauna Research Association, website
https://www.facebook.com/AUSRFRA/.
A sestina consists of six stanzas, of six lines each, and a
concluding tercet. The end word of each line of the first stanza is
repeated in succeeding stanzas and tercet in a strict order.
This is the medal for mums.
For conspicuous bravery
in the face of children.
For selfless service
to every nation.
For unnumbered lifetimes
of sacrifice.
But most of all,
for love.
For ever.

Photo from Pexels by Daria Obymaha
You bought us in Summer when we were sparkly new:
brilliant white, shiny bright with a stripe of navy blue.
You took us to netball; you took us to the pool.
We went on an excursion, a casual day at school.
We got a little grimy; we got a little worn,
a scratch on the left heel; one lace was partially torn.
We played in the garden. We trudged on a hike.
We toured around the neighbourhood, pedalling on your bike.
We got a little tawdry; our tread was worn down low,
a scuff here, a mark there; a hole in one toe.
We stomped in muddy puddles. We danced in the rain.
We got a little water-logged. We got a little stained.
As we sit on the backstep, we’re hardly sparkly new.
We’re a muddy sort of brown with a faded stripe of blue.
But if we could have our druthers, I’m sure we’d rather be
nothing more than what we are: your favourite pair of shoes.

It’s when the snow is all around,
and leaves slide silent to the ground.
It’s when the river turns to ice
and skating on it might be nice.
It’s when the soup is brimming warm
and outside stays the storm.
It’s when the birds cease their choir
and your feet are by the fire.

Photo in Bavaria, Germany, by Ginette Pestana
We’re a week into May 2025 and although some things have already been celebrated (May Day on May 1, National Space Day May 2, National Wordsmith Day May 3 & Star Wars Day May 4) there is still so much left to acknowledge and celebrate this month.
Mother’s Day May 11, Limerick Day on May 12, Dance Like a Chicken Day on May 14 (would LOVE to see some photos with this one!), Love A Tree Day May 16 and National Sorry Day May 26.
Please email your poems for May to @ozchildrenspoetry.





Poems for
National Science
Week 2025
SCIENCE RHYMES, hosted by Celia Berrell, are seeking your rhyming science poetry about SOMETHING SMALLER THAN YOU to feature in the SCIENCE RHYMES ITTYVERSE blog this August to celebrate National Science Week. The free PDF called SMALL TINY NANO is available through this Science Week Competition Event and on the Science Rhymes / National Science Week page to help with some ideas.
Please email your submissions by Monday 28th July to: feedback@sciencerhymes.com.au. We prefer poems of 1 to 4 verses that rhyme. Children are especially encouraged to participate: just make sure you correspond via an adult’s email address so we can reply. Poems authored by children will be acknowledged by first name only (with School name, or town and State where applicable). Anyone using ChatGPT to create poems: please acknowledge ChatGPT or AI equivalent as co-author of your submission.
Thank you to all ACP poets who participate in these annual Science Rhymes / Science Week projects!
Best Wishes,
Celia
