“Bash and Flash” by Celia Berrell

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Bash and Flash

I’ve got a see-through bouncy ball

with little lights inside its core.

So when I bounce it on the ground

those lights all flash and spin around.

 

I think it’s got a battery

to give those lights some energy.

Then when it’s hit, it’s like a switch

that turns those lights on in a twitch.

 

They don’t stay on for very long

but every bounce will switch them on.

Unless the battery goes flat …

but my ball hasn’t got to that.

 

I want to see my ball in flight

and watch those pretty flashing lights

so bounce it hard, with all my might

upon the concrete drive at night.

 

My energy from that strong throw

means, at the point I let it go,

it’s got kinetic energy

that’s greater than just gravity.

 

And when my ball has hit the ground

some energy converts to sound.

Like rapping once upon a drum

it makes a bang and short soft hum.

 

I watched those lights flash as it zoomed

towards the starry sky and moon.

So do you think I set it free

to fly off for eternity?

 

Or will it soon return to me

attracted by Earth’s gravity?

The lights stopped flashing. All was black.

I didn’t see it coming back …

 

Until it hit me on the chin

then all those lights went flash and spin.

But while I held my jaw in pain

those pesky lights went out again!

 

I couldn’t find my flash new ball.

It must have travelled on a roll.

I’ll have to wait until it’s day

to find it so that we can play.

“A Chant for Our Team in the Grand Final” By Katherine Gallagher

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“Butterfingers” by Jenny Erlanger

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Butterfingers

 

I catch the bus,

I catch the train.

At times I even catch a plane.

I catch a cold,

I catch the flu.

I catch what normal people do.

So, why, I ask you,

one and all –

why can’t I catch a stupid ball?

 

“Yard Cricket” by Ron Marsh

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YARD CRICKET

 

On pleasant summer afternoons,

My dad and I play cricket.

The dog he loves to chase the ball,

So he’s behind the wicket.

 

Our yard is small,

And so the ball

Is not hit very far.

But if we hit a window,

We cop a blast from ma.

 

I hit a whopping six some days.

That’s when it goes next door.

And if the neighbour gets upset,

We take that off the score.

 

When dad is batting I get scared.

I wish my gloves were leather.

He hits them fast, and most get past,

As I clap my hands together

“Question” by Katherine Gallagher

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Question

 

Would you like

                         to say Hi

​​​                                      to a beetle?

 

A beetle would

                          like to say Hi

                                         ​to you. . .

by Katherine Gallagher

“A Bite in the Night” by Monty Edwards

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A Bite in the Night

My pillow’s soft beneath my head;

My light is out; I’m snug I bed.

I’ve said goodnight to Dad and Mum,

Expecting soon that sleep will come,

 

But . . .

 

What’s this I hear, so near my ear?

A buzz? A whine? Oh no! Oh dear!

I know that sound. It’s one I dread:

A lone mosquito overhead!

 

So . . .

 

Lying still, I free my hand;

I’m waiting for the pest to land.

The drone will stop, then “0uch”, the bite!

I whack my cheek with all my might!

 

Then . . .

 

All is quiet now, I can rest:

One good whack has killed the pest.

Though my cheek is feeling sore,

That mosquito bites no more!

 

“Ants” by Ron Marsh

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ANTS

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.

“Cafe Six” by Kate O’Neil

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CAFÉ SIX

Try our new

Infestation Menu

 

It’s the food of the future

so we have created

some fine dining dishes

to keep you updated.

 

Are you itching to try

mosquito mousse?

 

or fleas flambé?

 

Perhaps you’d like

a light stir-fry

of tender glow-worms.

 

Crusty crickets

would add some crunch

to vary the texture,

served as a side.

(By Jiminy, that’s what

I’d have for lunch.)

 

Try truffled termites

with pesto sauce

on maggot mash.

 

Or fruit-fly fritters

with grasshopper gravy

 

or cicada croquettes

and hairy-bug hash.

 

Caterpillar curry’s

a dish to-die-for –

a robust feed.

rich and nutritious

(fabulous grub).

 

If a smaller snack

is all you need

you might like a serve

of buttered fly.

 

Or a coddled moth.

 

Perhaps you’d like

cicada soup.

 

Or a medley of mealworms

cooked in broth

then lightly charred.

 

Silverfish soufflés

(in moulds and baked twice)

for special occasions

 

​​​​are a gourmet delight

you’ll remember forever

(expensive but nice).

 

And when you’ve had your fill of these –

a platter of crackers and assorted bees.

 

​©  Kate O’Neil

“If a fly” by Monty Edwards

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If a fly . . .

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Insectasaurus Rex by Kylie Covark

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Insectasaurus Rex

I’m just minding my own business,

Wondering what I should do next,

When from nowhere right beside me

Is Insectasaurus Rex.

He is hideous and hairy

And there’s nowhere here to hide,

But at least my plan’s decided –

I am going back inside!