Polar bears are white
so they blend with the view.
Kangaroos are brown
so they blend in too.
But my new pyjamas —
bought in the Bahamas —
are purple, orange and blue
Fred, Ted and Ned.
I have a mate whose name is Fred.
“I’d like a verse,” is what he said.
So I sat down with sharpened lead,
and penned some lines that end in ‘ed’.
I wrote about a horse named Ned,
whose owner’s name was Mister Ted.
He built that horse a fancy shed;
He shod him, groomed him, kept him fed.
Ned had a rug of crimson red,
embroidered with a golden thread.
He wore that rug when Mister Ted,
last Sunday rode to church to wed
his girlfriend who had bravely led
an army – she had battle cred!
Then after vows they quickly sped,
along the road in wooden sled.
The sled was pulled, of course, by Ned.
The reins were held by Missus Ted,
while Mister Ted laid out a spread
of cakes and biscuits, jam and bread.
But now this verse must end dear Fred,
I’ve no more ‘eds’ left in my head!
Teacher Notes by Jeanie Axton
Common word families in English are: are: ack, ain, ake, ale, all, ame, an, ank, ap, ash, at, ate, aw ay, eat, ell, est, ice, ick, ide, ight, ill, in, ine, ing, ink, ip, it, ock, oke, op, ore, ot, uck ,ug, ump, unk.
Many of these are included in Nursery Rhymes.
Jack be nimble as seen below uses ack and ick
1. Put the common word families on cards and turn upside down on the floor
2. Students choose a card and brainstorm as many words as they can in that word family
3. Students then have a go at writing a rhyming poem similar to today’s poem
4. Give the poem to another student to make suggestions on improvements
5. Edit and the present to the class
I’m mad about . . .
I’m mad about honey
that’s runny and funny
I’m mad about cheese
that grows on old trees
I’m mad about chilli
that’s spice-cool and silly
I’m mad about eggs
and rainbow-striped veg
I’m mad about jam
on speckled green ham
I’m mad about pepper
the hotter the better
This exercise can be fun with ages 6 – 12. Give them Ogden Nash’s poem.
Mustard as a prompt
I’m mad about mustard,
even on custard.
Then have a brief discussion in which you ask them what they’re mad about
It’s the middle of the night.
Mum got up first.
She’s making hot chocolate.
The heater’s on.
The TV’s quietly humming the anthem of a faraway place.
We snuggle into blankets on the couch.
The spoon clinks as mum stirs.
The players are in position.
The whistle goes.
All eyes on the ball.
The mug warms my hand.
The Bubble Rap
(an accidental invention)
Back in the fifties
there’s Alfred and Marc.
Two keen engineers
with plenty of spark.
Making a wallpaper
easy to clean
by coating it in
Their plans were a flop
as blisters went pop.
With troublesome bubbles
the wallpaper’s dropped.
They couldn’t get rid
of that air-filled gap.
Instead they’d invented
the bubble wrap!
If you’re way off track
or you need some slack.
If you think you’ll crack
or you’ve lost the knack
If you’re in a flap
and your mind might snap
then pack up your troubles
in bubble wrap.
elastic and strong
it won’t scratch your things.
Abrasion is wrong.
on pockets of air.
It makes a good bed
if there’s more than one layer.
Pop it and snap it
or bend it and wrap it.
Bubbles in plastic’s
the best way to pack it.
This week is Refugee Week. Enjoy and please share the poems on this theme.
Please continue to send in any poems to:
Have a look at the link below for a Haiku opportunity:
And today’s quote:
“Carl August Sandburg was a Swedish-American poet, writer, and editor. He won three Pulitzer Prizes: two for his poetry and one for his biography of Abraham Lincoln” (Wiki)