The Coffee Cup
Mmmm … I love my cups of coffee
I drink while I write at night
I make them a little frothy
With a love heart bright
If I run out of my coffee
I drink tea – up until midnight!!
Author Archives: australianchildrenspoetry
“Who Nose the Way?” by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentWho Nose the Way?
Scientists find
a good sense of smell
goes hand-in-hand
with direction as well.
If spatial awareness
is one of your gifts,
it’s likely your nose has
superior sniff!
Discerning more scents
in the air we have crossed
may help with our sense
of NOT getting lost.
So “follow your nose”
as we like to say,
and “smell the roses”
along the way.
“The Cup” by Kylie Covark
Leave a commentThe Cup
The cup was gold and gleaming,
It shimmered in the sun,
It called to us along the line
As we were poised to run.
The starter called, ‘Get ready!’
The starter called, ‘Get set!’
Our hearts were pounding loudly,
Our hands were sleek with sweat.
And when we heard the cry of ‘Go!’
We sprang off in a burst,
We ran until our muscles ached,
All striving to be first.
And when the race was over,
There were no pouts or tears,
The cup went to the winner
And we each gave her three cheers.
But don’t think I don’t want it.
I’m never giving up.
I’ll train till I’m the fastest,
Then I’ll win that golden cup.
“March Madness” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentMARCH MADNESS
A hippo hopped happily
off to the zoo.
A red rhino ran rudely;
what will I do?
Rich rhubarb blew raspberries
at my dessert.
They bounced off my spoon and all
over my shirt.
March madness is followed by
April Fool’s Day;
And that’s not all folks — there’s more
mayhem in May!
“Ladybird” by Andrew Carter
Leave a commentLady Bird – Ladybird, you look so special – swish
Floating downstream on a green slender reed
Ants cannot attack you – you sit as flat as a dish
Riding a green rush – to a family of mouths to feed
So hip, so cool, you are resplendent
Coloured red with dark polka dots
Yes you, you are fiercely independent
Seven colourful joys, joyous black spots
Now your babies are calling-out, out from under logs
They’ve eaten their fill of aphids and scale
Surrounded by dragonflies, spiders and frogs
No time to drown, no time to tire, no time at all to fail
You’re on your way with a mighty display
Your colouring to them is bad taste
Scarlet red and dotty spotty spots, say
They better leave your babies post haste
“True bugs are suckers” by Celia Berrell with Notes
Leave a commentTrue bugs are suckers
A true bug’s an insect
but insects aren’t bugs
if they eat by chomp-chomp
instead of glug-glug.
Ants are not bugs.
They’ve got mandible jaws.
While a bug’s beaky tube
will get used like a straw.
Bugs feed on liquids
like plant-juice or blood
by piercing the skin
and then sucking, glug-glug.
Cicadas and bed-bugs
are glug-sucking guys.
But ladybird beetles
aren’t bugs – so get wise!
First published in Double Helix(September 2016)
Reproduced with permission of CSIRO
www.doublehelix.csiro.au
“Free as a Ladybird” by Sioban Timmer
Leave a commentFree As a Ladybird
Ladybird ladybird fly to your tree
The children are screaming and coming to see
They have a big jar and a challenge to get
A most lovely bug they can keep as a pet
Ladybird ladybird fly away free
Take to the wind and race with the bee
For you are too quick and too nimble and wild
To be trapped and contained by a curious child
Ladybird ladybird fly to your den
The children have gone and you’re safe once again
The garden is quiet just you and the gnomes
Now the children have all raced away to their homes.
Australian Children’s Poetry 