“SCHOOL FEVER” by Margaret Pearce

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SCHOOL FEVER

Running to school one cold wet day

dreaming of escape and running away

Visiting islands full of sea and sun

Enjoying swimming and lots of fun

Returned to reality dark and grey.

 

Required homework not done yet

Idiot me never a teacher’s pet

Very hard to get past this disaster

Explaining why I can’t work faster

Rewriting forever the homework set.

 

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Margaret Pearce

“MY DOG RUPERT” by Jaz Stutley

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MY DOG RUPERT

 

My dog Rupert¹s cool and slick

And he has a special trick:

When he hears opera, blues and jazz,

My goodness, what a voice he has!

 

It starts to ripple, soar and glide,

At our applause it soars with pride.

He lifts his nose and shuts his eyes

And sings his heart out to the skies.

 

He sings to piano, saxophone,

Bagpipes, flute and slide trombone.

The penny whistle and kazoo;

Accordion and harmonica too.

 

On Saturdays, just down our street

A band plays with a rocking beat.

And my dog Rupert steals the show

When he sings high and he sings low.

 

He sings the themes to TV shows

The news, cartoons, and all of those.

But Rupert has a secret goal:

To be a star of rock and roll.

 

When he performs the Rupert Rap

The people whistle, cheer and clap.

I¹m just afraid that he¹s so good

They¹ll sign him up for Hollywood!

 

#Prompt 12 Taste the Rainbow

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What can you write with this prompt?

Taste the Rainbow:

What does your favorite color taste like?

This week we have a few more pet poems going in.

Thankyou for the wonderful response.

Please send in taste and colour poems to

poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com

Thankyou

Jeanie

And this weeks quote

 

“Iceberg Identities” by Jeanette Swan Speech

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Iceberg Identities

 

Iceberg beach

in southern seas –

sunning seals dream warm;

 

Iceberg platform –

penguins dive

in super-swimmer-suits;

 

Iceberg lid

on ocean pots

of squid and krill in brine;

 

Submerged iceberg –

picturing

unknown thoughts that hide;

 

An iceberg hit,

sunk a ship –

a shattered hull moans;

 

Sunlit castle

midnight-pink –

silent melting

throne.

 

“Our Yeti” by Chris Owen

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Our Yeti

We went to the pet shop to buy a new kitten but ended up getting a yeti.

The shopkeeper said, ‘It eats two-minute noodles and oodles of homemade spaghetti.’

 

We took our new yeti to meet Aunty Betty whose pantry is chockful of noodles,

 But, sadly, the yeti devoured Auntie Betty and three of her pedigree poodles.

 

Our yeti then quickly became very sickly. We rushed it along to the vet,

Who said, ‘I’ve seen creatures with hideous features, but this is the yuckiest yet.’

 

I told him our yeti mistook Aunty Betty for something decidedly yummy,

And eating the poodles instead of the noodles was giving it pains in the tummy.

 

The vet looked perplexed so he ran a few checks. Then he finally made a suggestion,

‘I think in the end I will just recommend an apple to aid the digestion

 

Then in a trice (this bit isn’t nice) our gluttonous pet from Tibet,

the big hairy brute, after eating the fruit, proceeded to swallow the vet.

 

Those large yeti lips then spat out the pips, some spectacles, shoes and a sweater.

And then, I must say, by the end of the day our pet did appear to be better.

 

Now we’ve trained our pet yeti to eat its spaghetti and noodles so no one gets hurt.

And now, if it’s good and behaves as it should, it gets to have extra dessert.

 

“THE OLD AUSSIE DUNNY” by James Aitchison

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THE OLD AUSSIE DUNNY

 

There was an old dunny

Made out of wood,

And out in the backyard

The old dunny stood.

Sheets of newspaper

Cut into squares,

Hung on a hook —

Please use them in pairs.

 

A redback spider

Dwelt under the seat,

With a puddle of water

Where you put your feet.

 

On a hot summer’s day

It sure wasn’t funny,

If you had to visit

That dreadful old dunny.

 

 

                           James Aitchison

Our Class’s Hamster Horatio with Teacher Notes by Katherine Gallagher

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Sometimes it’s my turn

to take him to our house

for the weekend. We celebrate.

I give him the nicest titbits

And he spins and spins on his wheel.

 

When I take him out of his cage,

he wanders about my room.

He’s extremely curious

and sniffs at everything in his path.

But I watch him constantly

in case he zooms away.

 

Katherine Gallagher

(Published in A First Poetry Book, Macmillan Children’s Books, 2012, ed Gaby Morgan and Pie Corbett)

 

Teacher Notes: – for Primary years 7 – 11 years

 

Most of us have pets – fellow creatures that we care for and love.

In cities, sometimes it’s more difficult to have enough room for preferred pets such as rabbits or dogs and we may  have to accept having smaller pets such as cats, hamsters and guinea-pigs.

Then again, a class may like to share caring for a pet as in this poem, ‘Our Class’s Hamster Horatio.’

Suggestion: Write about a pet you used to have at school.