One of my sons is an imp,
Another one smells like a chimp.
And the one who loves telly
And shoves food in his belly
Is quickly becoming a blimp.
 

There once was a dog named Joe
who'd poop wherever he'd go.
His master aware
would pull out his hair
whilst picking up after the show.

Tell me how to make a wish
When I'm eating licorice.
My lips are black,
My gums are slack,
And all my words are gibberish. 

Wish for wings, oh, little bird
sitting in the tree.
Why do you sit there
looking at me?

The sun is shining,
the air is clear.
Is that another bird’s
song you hear?

You cock your head
and listen with care
then flutter away,
soft wings on air.

I wish that I
had wings like you
to glide on the breeze
through the sky so blue.

Fabulous flecks

of feather-white fluff

gracefully fall

from a frozen sky.

But moisture and cold

aren’t quite enough

to make water droplets

solidify.

Most of those freezing

flakes of snow

use something alive

on which to grow.

Those Jack Frost patterns

will only start

when a microbe lies

at a snowflake’s heart.

Smoky plumes of sulphur fumes,
yellow against those molten rocks,
this scene’s by a volcano
where eruptions haven’t stopped.

Splashing sea with hissing glee
we see where steaming lava ran
into the chilly ocean and
turned to dark obsidian.

The reddest, hottest minerals,
when slowly cooled, turn crystalline.
But liquid rocks are shocked to glass
when quickly cooled by ocean’s brine.

https://kids.kiddle.co/Obsidian

Who spilled the rainbow?

Who turned it upside down?

Now all the colours

Are messed up on the ground.

It must have been some silly bird

Not watching where it flew –

It brought the rainbow

Crashing down

In a shower of goo.