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School holidays

by Myra King

 

Get outside and play you kids,

my mother said one day,

go climb a tree, or fly a kite,

just get outside and play.

 

But the tree is small,

the kite is broke,

it’s been raining here all day.

We have to stay inside today,

it’s far too wet to play.

 

We’ll have a look, the oldest said,

and find a middle ground.

We’ll channel surf the TV now

and see what can be found.

 

A show on rocks and mountain tops,

fresh air, and stuff like that

and here is one of flies in flight

and how to clip a cat.

 

Us younger ones are crying out

how boring are all those!

The oldest one just winks at Mum

and gets out raincoat clothes.

 

Myra says: Thinking about kids on school holidays and Mum wanting some peace and quiet. My sister was 10 years older than me and wise beyond her years.

 

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Kevin Smith’s Dragon

 

You wouldn’t think, to look at him,

that Kevin Smith has a dragon for a pet –

he says he has –

keeps it in the garden shed

and feeds it chillies and onions and very hot curry –

he says he does –

Kevin is teaching the dragon tricks,

it will sit up and beg for Brussels sprouts –

he says it does.

Pets aren’t allowed at school,

but still, he’s going to bring it in one day –

he says he will –

but he’s waiting till it’s really tame,

and he has trained it to stop ripping with its dreadful claws,

and lashing people with its scaly tail,

and burning curtains with its fiery breath –

then he’s going to bring it in –

he says he is.

Anne Bell

First published in Celebrate (Triple D Books)