“How I was saved from Chocaholism” by JR Poulter

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HOW I WAS SAVED FROM CHOCAHOLISM!

 

Aunty’s got a chocolate box.

She said,”Have one or two.”

I had one wrapped in bright red foil,

And then a flowery blue.

 

I sucked them – oh, so slowly –

They were so VERY nice!

I thought, would Aunty REALLY mind

If I had a couple – twice?

 

They were the most delicious things

That I had EVER had!

Surely, if I had – just – two more

Aunt could not call me bad?

 

Oh, SCRUMPTIOUS!  YUMPTIOUS! There were more

That I just HAD to taste!

Why – if I left them sitting there

They MUST all go to waste!

 

The box was looking emptyish.

The last ones left looked lonely.

I thought that it would be QUITE wrong

To leave a couple only!

 

And so I ate the last ones too,

But, very strange to tell, 

They didn’t taste just quite so good,

And – I didn’t feel so well …

 

My tummy looked about to pop!

My throat felt – kind of queer…

My tummy started woooobelling –

I held onto the chair!

 

Then as I looked at the chocolate box

And wondered would I be whacked,

I remembered every gluttinous glob

And the box got its contents back -!!

 

BLARRRRUGH!

 

Now I wont touch a chocolate,

Not a bar, a block, a bite!

I will not even look at it!

Well, at least I wont – tonight…

                                  

“The Seahorse and the Mermaid” by Madonna George

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The Seahorse and the Mermaid

 

The seahorse and the mermaid went  

up to the water’s edge  one day

To glimpse at the world above-

Together they winked and leapt out of the water and to golden sands they played.

They strolled in the shine of the sun, and warmed their bodies and giggled some more.

For their’s was an adventure that day

An odyssey different to the sea.

 

The shells they found were presents for Neptune and all the seahorses galore

that fretted and cried for seahorse’s absence.

For they were creatures of the sea

A family yet unamed by sciences and formulas

 

The mermaid she dipped her sunbronzed body

back into the sea and sweetly murmured to the seahorse

Wait for me!

“Me and Captain Cook” by Ron Marsh

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ME AND CAPTAIN COOK

 

Captain Cook, he wrote a book,

He was extremely clever,

He wrote of his trip round the world ,

In the barque “Endeavour”.

 

I watched him sailing past one morn,

I waved, he did not see me.

It was a pity for me and Cook,

For I’d be in his story book.

 

I guess I wasn’t meant for fame,

And also not for history,

And no one ever heard my name,

I’ll always be a mystery.

 

“Dolls” by Ron Marsh

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DOLLS

 

I have a baby sister,

I often think she’s cute,

The way she smiles and gurgles,

And bares her one front tooth.

 

One day she will grow up like me,

And I am nearly eight,

Then she and I can play with dolls.

We’ll  take them out the gate.

 

We’ll push our strollers up and down

And we’ll go parading,

Just like little mothers,

With babies, promenading

“Sun-Star Far” by Celia Berrell

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Sun-Star Far

(distance matters) 

 

Our Solar Sun’s diameter’s 

four hundred times as wide as Moon’s. 

Its distance from the Earth’s about 

four hundred times as far. 

 

So when we look up in the sky 

at night-time then again at noon 

the Moon appears exactly as 

the same size as our star. 

 

Although our Sun-star’s really huge 

compared to Moon’s small sphere 

it’s far enough away from us 

to look the same down here!

 

“Rainstorm” by Toni Newell

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Rain Storm

 

The heavens opened,

And down it poured,

It was so loud,

It almost roared.

Big droplets of rain,

Bounced off the street,

Into the gutter,

And onto concrete.

It pelted the cars,

Watered the lawn,

Battered the gardens,

An almighty storm.

When it was over,

The rain having ceased,

There were puddles of water,

As deep as my feet

“We made a promise to the Moon” by Celia Berrell

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We made a promise to the moon

 

The year was nineteen-sixty-nine;

the twentieth of July.

Apollo Eleven astronauts

made history on high.

 

Neil Armstrong, then Buzz Aldrin

left footprints in Moon’s dust.

As pioneers and heroes, 

they showed us how to trust.

 

The world embraced their Star-Child dreams.

A plaque was left behind.

It proudly says, “We came in peace

for all    for ALL mankind.”

 

“Battle of the Bulge” by Celia Berrell

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Battle of the Bulge

(Earth-Moon gravity) 

 

Like many love relationships 

the Earth and Moon are falling out. 

Despite their great attractiveness 

there’s friction they don’t talk about. 

 

When first they met, they twirled and danced. 

Their gravitation’s fondness showed. 

But by degrees, as time has passed 

rotations of their dance have slowed. 

 

The Moon no longer pirouettes 

within her orbit round the Earth. 

Instead one side is always set 

to face the world (and watch his girth).

 

Their gravity distorts their crusts 

and makes them bulge at closest side. 

Earth’s oceans rise as though to thrust 

a beckoned hand to Moon’s fine pride. 

 

For she creates the ebbs and flows 

of all the seas that make our tides. 

But honestly, that friction slows 

her down and makes her really tired!

 

Four centimetres every year 

she moves away from Earth’s embrace. 

Our Moon is drifting off, I fear, 

and nothing else could take her place.

 

from The Science Rhymes Book – second edition (Jabiru Publishing 2018)

 

“I” Iguanas by Jan Darling

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CURIOUS COLLECTIVES   NO. 8

I IGUANAS

If you’re after a pet that’s canny and clue-y

Eager to learn and not all that Zoo-y

And you have the right ‘temps’ to keep your pet cosy

With a sun-baking place where it can be dozy

Iguana’s the guy to share your affection

Always obliging, they make good connection.

 

He’s not like a chameleon, not at all like him,

He’ll only change colour when things get grim.

Living wild, under stress he can change his shade,

Or in breeding season, to make the grade,

You’ll notice he changes while basking in sun

But he’ll never change colour if it’s only for fun.

 

In general, Iguana’s the best reptile pet

He’s surely the smartest a reptile can get

He’s docile, adaptive, found all kinds of places

Tropic forests, arid deserts, even watery bases.

If you keep him at home you must mimic his weather

It’s the way to be happy, to get on together.

 

Before we go further I want you to know

I think his Collective’s a really low blow –

You may share my horror (and I think you oughta)

That a group of Iguanas is called a Slaughter!

A Slaughter, indeed, a ridiculous thought

They’re lovable guys, each one a good sport.

 

Thirty-five different kinds of this lovable creature

Offer their friendship to student or teacher

In a range of colours that dazzle and stun

In various sizes – all of them fun.

Length starts at one hundred – *cms that’s to say

Ends at one seven zero – head to tail, all the way.

 

This biggie’s Grand Cayman, the king of them all

He’s the heaviest, too, and to keep you in thrall,

His natural blue makes him special and rare

It’s a hue that very few animals share.

In the mornings he snoozes and basks in the heat

And on waking he needs to voraciously eat.

 

What singular gifts your Iguana does offer!

Recognising your family, his friendship he’ll proffer

His memory is great for learning and faces

You’ll train him to eat and sleep in new places

He’ll learn toileting too, if you train him to time

He responds to the rules and leaves you no grime.

 

In the wild the Iguanas will play, work and rest

They’re cooperative planners, some of the best,

They care for their families, their friends and their siblings

And take on these tasks without any quibblings.

Problem-solving’s a skill they’ve learned on their own

It helps them succeed and ‘stay in the zone’.

 

The female will burrow a nest with her legs

And once it is ready she’ll there lay her eggs

She covers them over, hoping they’ll hatch

Then she makes off, leaving the batch!

Some four months later, the hatchlings are thrown

Into the world to survive all alone!

 

At three years of age young Iguanas are ready

To find their own friends and start to act steady

A successful Iguana can live sixty years

If it can survive the **“below 50” fears

For if caught in the cold and canopy bound

It may lose its grip and fall to the ground.

*centimetres, pronounced here ‘see ems’

** At 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius) the Iguana starts to become paralysed by the cold as muscles begin to close down and if high in the canopy, may fall to the ground.  Such falls usually don’t cause death.   Forest Iguanas spend much of their lives in the canopy, only descending to mate, lay eggs or change trees.

Notes:

What is the Collective Noun for Iguanas?

How many different kinds are there?

What average length is the smallest Iguana?

What average length is the Grand Cayman Iguana?

What do Iguanas have in common with Chameleons?

What colour is the Grand Cayman Iguana?

Is this unusual for Iguanas or unusual for all animals?

What is the incubation time for the Iguana egg?   Explain incubation.

Does the female Iguana sit on her nest?

Discuss Imperial and Metric measures.

Information not included in verses:

Iguanas make very little sound either alone or together.  They occasionally make sneezing or snorting noises.

The tail is usually about half the length of the body.

The tail is used for balancing when climbing or fighting.  It is spiky and can inflict pain and cause wounding.   

When held by the tail, the Iguana can shed it and later will grow a new one.  As on ordinary lizards, you can see how many times the tail has been regrown by the rings showing on the tail.