RIP the ones at the bottom
Bananas, bananas, bananas galore
Pushing and shoving to get through the door,
Bananas, bananas spew forth from the van
Their desperate escape all part of the plan.
Hand upon hand, fingers yellow and plump –
All starting to turn and condemned to the dump –
They have to get out … claw free while they’re able
And hope they get noticed then put on the table.
A mission to nourish and not go to waste,
They hurry and scramble, and yet in their haste
The ones at the bottom, forlorn and forgotten,
Are squashed by the weight and so doomed to go rotten.
Banana on the bus
Bananas in a yellow stream
Have tumbled from the bus.
If you eat one and I do too,
There’s plenty there for us.
Bananas falling everywhere,
But where are all the bins?
If we eat ev’ry single one,
Where will we put their skins?
Bananas
Who loves a banana?
I know I really do,
They’re tasty and filling,
Are very good for you.
Source of potassium,
Very easy to peel,
And if you are hungry,
They almost make a meal.
Unbeatable Bananas
Bananas are the perfect fruit –
I’m sure you must agree,
But even if they aren’t for you,
They surely are to me.
They beckon with their yellow skin
And brighten up my day,
A single zip and I am in
To eat without delay,
An orange on the other hand
Will take an age to peel;
Compare banana with its zip.
It’s really quite ideal.
Now you may think an apple best
And even eat its skin,
But you won’t want to eat it all
Since there’s a core within.
A juicy pear will be the same,
With core not nice to eat,
Bananas on the other hand
You can consume complete.
Not peaches though, or nectarines:
You soon will bite on stone!
But no banana breaks a tooth.
Bananas stand alone!
If no-one’s there but you!
You certainly will need a knife:
A strong and sharp one too!
Before you even get to eat
You’ll need to cut some more,
Since you won’t want that prickly skin
Or eat the central core.
One fruit surely lead the way:
It’s soft, it’s quick, it’s sweet.
No fruit is more convenient,
Banana’s hard to beat!
Great Grannie’s birthday gift
Great Grannie has a letter
from a star who’s never met her
and who wishes her the very, very best.
It’s really quite uncanny
that she wrote to our Great Nannie
but I know Great Nannie’s feeling pretty blessed.
We’re amazed (and who could blame us)
that an idol who’s so famous
was prepared to take this break from her routine.
And although I feel no malice,
I am just a little jealous
that Great Grannie’s got a letter from the queen.
Spring Has Sprung
Spring has sprung,
Nests are made,
Vibrant colours,
Are on parade.
Birds are singing,
Their mating song,
Perfumed breeze,
Is swept along.
New growth,
Fragrant walks,
Grass growing,
On sidewalks.
Winter’s cold,
Now gone away,
The sun is warm,
A beautiful day.
Days are longer,
Lizard ‘Blue Tongue’,
Out of hibernation,
Spring has sprung.
Spring cycle
When winter leaves
Leaves grow again,
Again the buds of spring
Spring into life,
Life takes on a new meaning,
Meaning of course it’s spring.
Spring, when winter leaves
Leaves grow again,
Again the world is new,
New — and freshly scented,
Scented with flowers and hope,
Hope that trouble, like winter, leaves.
Is Fake News Monkey-business?
Hurried
conclusions
and being
sensational.
Sometimes,
fake news
is skewing
our rationale.
No more
slow-plodding
on things
that are boring.
The dash
to get printed
or famously best,
means stunning
results might
have lied on
their tests.
Then doors,
opened hastily,
start
a calamity,
causing
confusion,
profusion
and mess!
SPRING
The birds that graced my garden through Winter’s cold
Now, melodically, spend their time
Calling for a mate among their kind
Or inspecting nest sites new and old.
Thus, has Spring’s renewal unfurled
In my small corner of the world.
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Margaret Brazzale
Australian Children’s Poetry 