From Fish to Dish

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From Fish to Dish


When you eat a seafood dish,

In it there may be some fish,

These fish must have left their schools,

Since they failed to learn school rules:


Rule One


“If you see a baited hook

Do not take a second look.

Even if the bait looks yummy,

It will never reach your tummy.

You will, on the other hand,

Reach a tummy on the land.”


Rule Two


“Do not swim into a net:

That’s as far as you will get,

You’ll be hauled up to the air

And you’ll wish you were not there.

Frozen first, then fried or grilled,

Soon a stomach you’ll have filled.”


Monty Edwards







Bush Tucker


Bush tucker


I prise it from its woody nest,

examine it up close.

I never, ever would have guessed

a grub could look so gross!


It’s such an ugly, pudgy grub,

a truly horrid sight –

repulsive rolls of squishy flub

decked out in ghostly white.


The kookaburra up above

is getting itchy feet.

I know for sure she’d dearly love

to snaffle up this treat.


I’ll only have to turn around,

head back along the track,

and she’ll be swooping to the ground

to snatch her scrumptious snack.


The grub is wriggling back to bed

to tuck itself away.

The kookaburra cocks her head,

eyes fixed upon her prey.


No grub has ever hit my tum –

the notion makes me sick,

but Kookaburra’s thinking yum

marshmallow on a stick!


Jenny Erlange

Poetry Prompt #44

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Thank you for your poetry. Please continue to send in “Dedication Poems” and I will keep them for gaps. Thank you for the extra “Wheel” poems as well.

This weeks prompt is below, the letter “N” with a nose

Go Nuts with your writing

Looking forward to your contributions

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And this weeks quote:

“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It’s that easy, and that hard”

Neil Gaiman

(English author of short fiction, novels, comic books and film)





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There’s a puppy in the paddock,

running all around,

sniffing all the flowers

and digging holes in the ground.


She’s making friends with little lambs,

and baby cows as well.

She chases all the birds she sees,

but she’s only being friendly; I can tell.


She likes to watch the butterflies,

flutter, flutter by,

and when she saw the great big horses,

she ran over just to say a friendly “Hi”.


She’s got a very waggly tail,

and a lovely little face.

She’s such a happy little puppy.

I’ll think we’ll call her ‘Grace’.



© Dave Derekson

November 2015



Cat-a-static  by Celia Berrell

(Nikola Tesla 1856 – 1943)


Nikola loved his childhood cat

the sleek, majestic black-Macak.

A cat whose fur would click and spark

when days were chilly, dry and dark

as stroking black-Macak’s fur coat

could cause a tiny lightning bolt.


Nikola Tesla loved his cat

the sparkling, zappy black-Macak.

That static electricity

inspired young Tesla, cleverly

inventing things quite technical.

Especially electrical.


From neon lights and radios

to radar and remote controls.

Transistors, robots, X-ray zones

and AC power to our homes.

Tesla had a genius knack

that started through his cat Macak!

It happened that one day the cold was drier than ever before. People walking in the snow left a luminous trail behind them, and a snowball thrown against an obstacle gave a flare of light like a loaf of sugar cut with a knife. In the dusk of the evening, as I stroked Macak’s back, I saw a miracle that made me speechless with amazement. Macak’s back was a sheet of light and my hand produced a shower of sparks loud enough to be heard all over the house.

My father was a very learned man; he had an answer for every question. But this phenomenon was new even to him. “Well,” he finally remarked, “this is nothing but electricity, the same thing you see through the trees in a storm.”
My mother seemed charmed. “Stop playing with this cat,” she said. “He might start a fire.” But I was thinking abstractedly. Is nature a gigantic cat? If so, who strokes its back? It can only be God, I concluded. Here I was, only three years old and already philosophizing.


I love the story about how his pet cat Macak sparked much of Nikola Tesla’s innovative work with electricity.  So I created this poem to honour Macak.



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Leaving her mother


Those big brown eyes


That cute black nose


Those watchful ears


Untrained, unlearned


Too young for hygiene


Puddles in carpet


Midnight throwing up


Sharpening new teeth


Loving all the world


Everyone loves her


Yelled out disasters


Much too young for


Sixteen months for


And promises of future


Or dreadful threat




Margaret Pearce

Let’s go to …. with Teacher notes



Let’s go to…



Let’s go to Toowoomba,

The two of us by bus,

Toot, toot to Toowoomba,

We won’t cause any fuss.



Let’s all go to Weewaa,

We’ll ride there on a horse,

Whee-hee-hee to Weewaa,

I’ll bring tomato sauce.



Let’s all go to Bairnsdale,

Upon a fleecy sheep,

Baaaaaaa to Bairnsdale,

But please don’t fall asleep.



Let’s all go to Hawthorn,

We’ll ride a donkey there,

Hee-haw-haw to Hawthorn,

Without a single care.


                                                James Aitchison



Teachers’ notes: A fun poem for classroom participation


Themes: Learning the rules of rhymes and how to scan syllables

Also, have fun learning about Australian towns and suburbs


Classroom: Invite students to add more verses to the poem

Begin by choosing amusing town names

Then work together to suggest rhymes and verses