Category Archives: Poem of the Day

Bush Tucker by Jenny Erlanger

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 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

A PUPPY IN THE PADDOCK by Dave Derekson

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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’.

 

 

Cat-a-static by Celia Berrell

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(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!

  

MARLA by Margaret Pearce

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 Leaving her mother

Abandonment.

Those big brown eyes

Enchantment.

That cute black nose

Blandishment.

Those watchful ears

Confident.

Untrained, unlearned

Impudent.

Too young for hygiene

Impenitent.

Puddles in carpet

Incontinent.

Midnight throwing up

Embarrassment.

Sharpening new teeth

Belligerent.

Loving all the world

Exuberant.

Everyone loves her

Benevolent.

Yelled out disasters

Embarrassment.

Much too young for

Chastisement.

Sixteen months for

Acknowledgement.

And promises of future

Accomplishment.

Or dreadful threat

Punishment.

 

Let’s go to …. by James Aitchison

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 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.

 

 

  

Pushy Cat by Penny Szentkuti

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Pushy cat

White and black

Head rubbing

Lap loving

Deep purr

Soft fur

Pushy cat

I love you back

Penny Szentkuti

 

 

 

 

A Tribute to “Trim” Matthew Flinders’ Cat by Pat Simmons

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Trim

I’m a black cat

A special cat

A ship’s cat.

I was born on the Reliance in 1799.

Of all my mother’s kittens

I was the one most fine.

I’m a black cat

A special cat

A ship’s cat.

I have four snow-white paws

And a white star on my chest.

Of all the cats on board this ship

The sailors like me best.

I’m a black cat

A special cat

A ship’s cat.

When it’s time for dinner

I don’t eat with other cats.

I sit at table with the men.

I don’t care for rats.

I’m a black cat

A special cat

A ship’s cat.

I have a trusty friend

And Matthew Flinders is his name.

He has called me Trim.

I think together we’ll find fame.

I’m a black cat

A special cat

A ship’s cat.

Matthew is a clever man

He’s sailed all round this land.

He’s given it a name

And that’s Australia – how grand.

Perhaps you have a cat at home

Is it as fine as me?

Would it like to come aboard

And sail upon the sea?

With a black cat

A special cat

A ship’s cat.

 

 

A Fluffy Thermometer by Celia Berrell

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 There’s plenty of ways

to tell if the day is

too hot or cold

without being told.

 

You could try and catch

a fluffy pet cat

then watch and observe

to see how it’s curved.

 

When days are too hot

it’s likely as not

that cat’s all sprawled-out

in some shaded spot.

 

When researchers test

what temperature’s best

for comfort of cats

they find out these facts.

 

Those felines agree

that eighteen degrees

is purr-fectly warm

for cat’s furry form.

 

Then when it’s too cold

those pussycats fold

up cosy and still

to keep out the chill.

 

 

Scoot Scoot by Jeanie Axton

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Scoot Scoot

Said the scooter

Shining in the sun

Time for me

To have some fun

 

Zoom Zoom

Said the scooter

Rider and helmet ready

Today we go fast

But take it steady

 

Whoosh Whoosh

Said the scooter

Down the street

Feet on kickboard

Who can we beat?

 

Zip Zip

Said the scooter

What a fun day

Zooming along

Smiling all the way

 

Jump Jump

Said the scooter

Trying a trick

Up in the air

And down real quick

 

Ring Ring

Said the scooter

A loud ring of the bell

Turn and head back

All is well

 

Yawn Yawn

Said the scooter

I’ve had a big day

Time to go home

Slowly make my way

 

Shuffle Shuffle

Said the scooter

Trudging back to the shed

Time for scooters

To be in scooter bed

 

Snooze Snooze

Said the scooter

Snoring away

Dreaming of tomorrow

Another scooter day

 

 

 

I Can, I Can’t by Lenny McGoo

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 I can, I can’t, the difference is

One tiny little letter

‘won’t use the “T”, or I will be

Worse off, instead of better

 

But if I say “I can, I can”

My confidence will soar

And hope will come my way because

I opened up its door

 

“I can, I can!” will make me brave

My thinking it will change

And pocketsful of obstacles

Will vanish down the drain!

 

And if I cultivate “I can”

“I can’t” will sound so weird

And soon I’ll wonder where they went

Those things that I once feared