Our microwave’s groaning, the dishwasher’s moaning, the fridge has developed a whir. Our blender’s not blending, it’s only pretending. The food’s barely given a stir.
Our dryer’s stopped drying. it’s not even trying but that’s not what irks me the most. The toaster I’m using has started refusing to pop up my pieces of toast.
I’m sensing defiance from every appliance. It must be their chores they dislike. I’m wondering whether they’ve plotted together to stage this ridiculous strike?
Tumberlina has ten toes, stumble-bumble, up she goes! Her weeny foot slips on a stair and now her toes are in the air. Giggle-wiggle, with a hop she’s off again to reach the top.
I’m off to the land of Teeny Tiny, that’s where I’ll go today. I’m the size of a sweet pea and I’ll adventure far away. Flying on my butterfly – I’ve named her Charlotte Rose. We’ll visit the land of mermaids – ladies with no toes.
Flying low across the sea, I spy them on some rocks. Gracefully singing and combing their hair, wearing bikini tops. Their tails are sparkling in the sun, As they smile and ask us to join their fun.
We fly down and land on an outstretched arm, as they all gather around to tell us a yarn of days gone by with fishermen and boats. How they saved men’s lives and kept ships afloat.
We listened intently, Charlotte and I, Then thanked them, saying, “It’s time to fly.” Their graceful hands wave us goodbye As we fly up high into the sky.
And head towards home, to my garden with flowers. To dream some more and adventure for hours.
Australian Children’s Poetry 