Stop, Rain, Stop! by Monty Edwards

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Stop, rain, stop!

 

Stop, rain, stop!

Not another drop!

My friends are here. They’ve come to play.

We want to be outdoors today.

Stop, rain, stop!

 

Stop, rain, stop!

Not another drop!

We do not want our washing wet,

But you make sure that’s what we get.

Stop, rain, stop!

 

Stop, rain, stop!

Not another drop!

You’ve been around for several hours:

Look how you’re drowning all the flowers!

Stop, rain, stop!

 

Stop, rain, stop!

Not another drop!

Go help the farmer grow his wheat

And give his stock green grass to eat.

Stop, rain, stop!

 

Drip . . . . . drip . . . . . . . . . . . . plop!

At last, the final drop!

Now we’ll get a flower display.

Now the washing’s on its way.

Now we can go out to play!

 

Monty Edwards

Monty says: The poem sets out to give voice to the dissatisfaction and frustration we often feel  when wet weather disrupts our plans – a common experience for both children and adults.

Ham vs Flout by Lynelle Kendall

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Ham vs Flout

 

Captain Ham had a beard as green as old broccoli,

And a streak as mean as a bitter green.

 

They say that he led his crew in a mutiny,

Against Captain Flout (just a young brussel sprout).

 

The battle was swift and soon Ham had the victory,

All Flout’s hopes sank as he walked the plank.

 

Balanced on the edge looking down into destiny,

His quivering lips were as pale as parsnips.

 

“This ‘ere be the Basin of Sharks,” sneered his enemy,

“Thanks for ye ship, in ye go fer a dip!”

 

Splash!

 

The overthrown captain was chomped up like celery.

The ship sailed away but ever since that day…

 

Superstitious old Ham has been cursed by the memory.

He can’t eat a sprout without thinking of Flout.

Lynelle Kendall

A Scorpion’s Search by Pat Simmons

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A Scorpion’s Search

A scorpion christened Cruella, left home to search for a fella.

She sifted through sand and she searched under slate.

She peered under pebbles to look for a mate.

She reached under rocks and she gazed at the ground

but a masculine mini beast couldn’t be found.

 

Cruella, poor creature, was filled with despair.

There had to be someone who loved her out there.

But wait! She heard rustling and spotted the cause.

From a burrow appeared some spectacular claws.

 

They belonged to a sumptuous scorpion male.

What glorious eyes, and that sting in his tail!

It was love at first sight for Cruella and friend,

Which is how satisfactory quests all should end.

Pat Simmons

 

Ten Tarantulas by Lynelle Kendall

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Ten Tarantulas

 

There are ten tarantulas

That live in a terrarium

Their names all start with ‘T’

There’s Tina, Tony and Tom Thumb.

 

Ted and Tilly (they’re the twins)

Then Terrance and Tryphena

To top it off there’s Tiffany

And Trix (our ballerina).

 

Finally there’s Tucker. He’s

The tenth “T’ in the group

Of hairy scary spiders

What a terrifying troupe!

Lynelle Kendall

Seeking Stardom by Monty Edwards

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Seeking Stardom

 

There was a young man who once bought a guitar.

His goal was to strut on the stage as a star,

But when plucking a string,

It just broke with a “ping”,

So he gave up and didn’t get far.

 

Another young man bought a fine tennis racquet.

He dreamt of success that would make him a packet.

But his strokes were all wrong:

Balls he hit went too long.

When he saw any ball he’d just whack it!

 

 A third wanted fame with a bat, playing cricket.

He went for a six, but fell onto his wicket!

“Owzat!?” came the shout.

Then the umpire cried: “Out!”

So, for fame then, the bat was no ticket.

 

 Monty Edwards

Monty says: For would-be stars, the right equipment is only one ingredient for success.

Clown Stuff by Katherine Gallagher

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Clown Stuff

 

“Put that cauliflower in the colander,

not on your head, you fool!

It’s no time now for climbing the ladder

to the loft. Come on down

or you’ll be late for Clown-School.”

© Katherine Gallagher

Clowning Around by Pat Simmons

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Clowning Around

 

A clown with a cauliflower ear

Decided that he would appear

In a colander hat

With a cute climbing cat.

But the cat said

‘Not likely my dear.’

Pat Simmons

Rocky the Cocky by Vanessa Proctor

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Rocky the Cocky

 

I admire you,

I really do.

But do you think

my head was made

as a perch

for a cockatoo?

Vanessa Proctor

 

Published in The Caterpillar, Issue 11 Winter 2015

 

The Picnic by Jessica Nelson

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The Picnic

 

Help! I’m in a pickle.

The pickle’s in a jar;

The jar is in a hamper

On the back seat of a car.

 

We’re going to a picnic

I don’t know what to do:

When they eat the pickles up,

I’ll be eaten, too.

 

This is a disaster.

They think it’s just a lark

To hear birds sing and nibble things

Down at the local park.

 

I’m really in a pickle;

I must get a message through.

If I can’t send this call for help,

I’ll be chomped in two!

Jessica Nelson

Jessica Said: I usually write poems in two stages. I’ll have an initial blaze of inspiration, during which most of the writing happens. Then I’ll let the writing stew over the following days (or weeks), making small changes until it feels right.

Mr Pickle’s Pet Shop by Pat Simmons

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Mr Pickle’s Pet Shop

At Mr Pickle’s pet shop the choice is quite extensive.

It’s mystical and magical and not at all expensive.

Meet hairy dogs and scary dogs and one that yawns and yawns.

And playing in a nearby cage meet baby unicorns.

Meet fluffy cats and scruffy cats and one that’s always smiling.

Descended from a Cheshire cat, she really is beguiling.

 

At Mr Pickle’s pet shop the choice is quite extensive.

It’s wacky, weird and wonderful and not at all expensive.

Sitting in a large top hat, magicians’ rabbits wait.

One elegant white rabbit keeps insisting that he’s late.

Meet brown rats, black rats and some you can’t approach.

One claims a distant relative pulled Cinderella’s coach.

 

At Mr Pickle’s pet shop the choice is quite extensive.

It’s awesome and amazing and it’s not at all expensive.

Meet scowling owls and sleeping owls perched in a plastic tree.

There’s one that winks at pussy cats. He’d like to go to sea.

Meet blind mice, Miami mice and mice who have no tails.

They run and squeak, play hide and seek and terrify the quails.

 

At Mr Pickle’s pet shop the choice is quite extensive.

It’s curious, chaotic and it’s not at all expensive.

Meet rare, red romping dragons. No one’s quite sure of their ages.

But Mr Pickle says they MUST be kept in fireproof cages.

Meet fruit bats, cute bats, a vampire bat called Guzzle.

And just in case he misbehaves, he has to wear a muzzle.

 

At Mr Pickle’s pet shop the choice is quite extensive.

It’s bold, bizarre and beautiful and not at all expensive.

Meet frogs who change to princes if they receive a kiss.

Meet friendly bugs who give you hugs and snakes who simply hiss.

If you deserve a special pet to tell your troubles to,

Please visit Mr Pickle’s shop and tell him I sent you.

 

At Mr Pickle’s pet shop the choice is quite extensive.

It’s fabulous and fanciful and not at all expensive.

Pat Simmons
First published by Thynks Publications in their anthology 50 Funny Poems for Children.