O FOR AN OCTOPUS
O is for Octopus
looking Ornery,
wearing an Orchid,
not so Ordinary!
Eating their Oranges
while they Occupy
Orbiting Organs,
look at those Octopi!
Advertisements
Category Archives: Australian children’s poets
“Oliver the Octopus” by Kylie Kovark
Leave a commentOliver the Octopus is talented indeed,
In the ocean orchestra he’s all they ever need.
With one arm he conducts, with another arm he strums,
With another two he bangs a beat upon the ocean drums.
With his fifth he holds a flute and he blows a pretty tune,
The notes sound out so soft and sweet that all the mermaids swoon.
His sixth arm holds an oboe. His seventh arm, a cello.
He really is amazing, this aquatic, music fellow.
He wears a dashing suit and is always looking sharp.
And with his final arm he plays upon a golden harp.
From North and South, from East and West,
Sea creatures swim from all around
For this eight-legged wonder!
“Oscar the Octopus” by Monty Edwards
Leave a commentOscar the Octopus
Oscar the octopus opened his eyes:
Oscar the octopus got a surprise.
Over the sea-bed there glided a shark:
It was blocking the sunlight and making things dark!
So off to his den, Oscar started to swim:
He was hoping the shark wasn’t hungry for him!
Of course, do not think of an Oscar unarmed,
But even his eight might not keep him unharmed!
Oh, one other weapon he had, to confuse:
Some ink in a squirter he’d open and use.
But reaching his rock in a crevice to hide,
With eight arms all aching, he crawled safe inside!
“Lyle the Lemon” by Lynelle Kendall
2 Comments
Lyle the Lemon
Lyle the lemon turned eleven,
Time to celebrate!
He planned a party with his friends
His Mum said, “Just ask eight.”
Who would he ask? How would he choose?
The job was hard, for sure,
He thought he’d ask the apple twins
They’d make a solid core.
Gus Grapes – he was a bunch of fun
And Orange, always bright
Watermelon, kind and sweet
Three more left to invite.
Lyle stopped to think, he scratched his peel
Oh yes! His best friend Lime
They’d play some games and do the twist
And have a brilliant time.
Two left to join Lyle’s fruity crew
Two left to share his day.
Banana, she can do the splits
And shake things up. Hooray!
Mum asks, “How many have you got?”
Lyle counts and says, “just seven.”
“That’s find,” says Mum, “I’ll help you out,”
“You must ask cousin Kevin.”
“Oh yeah, thanks Mum. Well now I’m done.”
He wrote out ‘Kiwi Kevin,’
And that’s who came to celebrate
When Lyle turned eleven.
“The Octopus Riddle” by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentA bit of a plug for Celia and best wishes from all of us for her event this coming weekend.
http://www.sciencerhymes.com.au/picture-book-poetry-party-2018.html
The Octopus Riddle
Will I find an octopus
if in a tree I start to seek?
It has no wings, but I’ve been told
it’s got a parrot’s horny beak.
Will I find an octopus
if I should dig within the soil?
It has no legs, but I’ve been told
it’s got eight arms that stretch and coil.
if I look in a flower-bed?
It doesn’t have a skeleton
and has a very squishy head.
Might I find an octopus
if I could swim a lake so still?
It lays its eggs in water but
it has no lungs and breathes with gills.
It’s not a bird, worm, slug or frog.
These animals it never meets.
To find out where it likes to live
it helps to know just what it eats.
An octopus can squeeze in cracks
and use its arms most cleverly
to open salty shellfish … so
its habitat is in the sea
Prompt #25 Picture Prompt
1 Comment
O is for Octopus.
Can you write a poem about an octopus that creatively uses O words?
Please send poems to:
poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com
Cheers
Jeanie
And this weeks quote:
