We Wish You a Merry Birthday by Jessica Nelson

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We Wish You a Merry Birthday

 

My name is Noelle and I’m sorry to say

that I was born on Christmas Day,

after the presents but before the singing

(nonsense about sleigh bells ringing).

My father claimed he’d had a hunch

that I’d be born right after lunch

and so it was: Mum gave a shout!

Pudding went in, I popped out.

I wish, I wish, I really do

she’d held on for a week or two.

Each year I share my special day

with that festering, festive holiday.

Instead of balloons I get baubles.

My head aches as my family warbles

Christmas carols all day long—

I never get a birthday song

and though each year I get a cake

it’s always fruit, for goodness sake.

I always thought it couldn’t be worse

than a birthday with a tinsel curse

till my sister made my birthday cool—

she was born an April fool.

Jessica Nelson

     

    Buccaneer Secrets by Monty Edwards

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    Buccaneer Secrets

     

    When Spanish ships were making trips

    To trade and gather treasure,

    Crews learned to fear the buccaneer,

    Whose boldness knew no measure.

     

    I should be clear, a buccaneer

    Was tough and rough and ruthless

    He’d climb aboard and use his sword

    Or make his victims toothless.

     

    Then, grabbing loot, he’d quickly scoot

    Before someone could catch him.

    He’d sail away to find more prey;

    For daring, few could match him!

     

    But now, today, I need to say

    (Though sworn to keep it quiet):

    He won’t attack if there’s a lack

    Of fibre in his diet!

     

    For I have heard, (it sounds absurd),

    He craves a balanced meal,

    Including beans and other greens

    Before he’ll sail to steal.

     

    Don’t think me wrong. I’ve heard the song

    When buccaneers assemble.

    They drop their ‘g’s, which does not please,

    But these words make me tremble:

     

    “Now bring your bunch of broccoli, boys

    And throw it in the basin.

    We’ll eat it raw and call for more

    Then ships we’ll go a-chasin’!”

     

    Monty Edwards

    Monty says: I began by researching  buccaneers to introduce the poem, then made a first draft of their song about broccoli, which led to the thoughts about fibre and a balanced diet. The concluding verses had to be revised to accommodate the basin and justify the final rhyme.

    A Jar of Pickles by Vanessa Proctor

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    A Jar of Pickles

     

    I had a jar of pickles,

    but they were very fickle.

    I had to go in for a quick kill,

    but couldn’t get them out

    without a fierce rout.

    Firmly wedged inside the jar

    they wouldn’t budge a bar

    until I tried a tickle

    then out they poured in a trickle

    that fickle jar of pickles.

    Vanessa Proctor

     

    Haughty Cuisine by Jill McDougall

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    Haughty cuisine

     

    Our special today is the ostrich mornay

    on a bed of wild Spanish weeds,

    drizzled with slivers of slow-roasted livers

    and garnished with shaved parsley seeds.

     

    Served on the side is an elephant hide

    in a parcel of puffed pastry wings,

    sprinkled with dew from the mists of Peru

    and finished with seared apron strings.

     

    What’s that you say? You don’t like mornay?

    And you’ll pass on the shaved parsley seeds?

    Can it be true that you’re not keen on dew?

    And you’ve never thought fondly weeds?

     

    Do we have WHAT? No, I’m sure we do not

    Have a single sausage or chip.

    But I suppose we could grill a beef tube from Brazil

    served with French strings and ocean-salt dip.

     

    Jill McDougall

     

    Sharing the Secret by Monty Edwards

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    Sharing the Secret

    Psst. Listen to this, Sis!

    I’m going to whisper in your ear,

    Because I don’t want Dad to hear.

    This secret’s just come straight from Mum:

    She’s got a baby in her tum!

    No one must know, but you and me

    And Mum, of course, but just we three.

    I said to Mum I wouldn’t tell,

    So you must promise me as well,

    Then when Dad hears the baby’s cries,

    He’s going to get a huge surprise!

     

    Monty Edwards

    Monty says: Children find secrets so exciting, they do find it hard not to share them.

    Silly Shifts by Katherine Gallagher

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    Silly Shifts

     

    All traffic jams jump questions.

    No one can lose a dog in a hurry.

    Therefore every day has a shape.

     

    All fires have a starting-point.

    There is only one sky.

    Therefore clouds like to move a lot.

     

    All squares have four corners.

    Fish rarely swim in circles.

    Therefore the ocean may look flat.

     

    © Katherine Gallagher

     

    Katherine said: Silly Shifts is a response to randomness – good old fun.

    Here Come the Martians by Jill McDougall

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    Here come the Martians

    Here come the Martians, green as peas

    as my spacecraft lands in thick brown seas.

    They swamp my ship like some disease

    so I zap myself to the broccoli trees.

     

    As I grab my fork-shaped Ultra-Stun,

    the Martians squeak (in Martian) “Run!”

    They hide beneath a buttered bun

    but I take them prisoner one by one.

     

    I’m having super-cosmic fun

    when Humanoid Robot XP One

    drones: Earth to Mars – this is your mum

    do NOT play with your dinner son!

    Jill McDougall

     

    Lunchboxing by Sioban Timmer

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    Lunchboxing

    The kids said..

     

    We don’t want sandwiches

    We don’t want cheesy rolls

    We’ve had enough of wraps and crackers

    We’ve had enough of scrolls

     

    Well,  then Mum said..

     

    Would you like some liverwurst?

    Maybe deep fried brains?

    Perhaps some spinach that I boiled,

    Would make a lovely change?

     

    The kids said..

     

    A sandwich is fine mum..

    Thanks

     

    Sioban Timmer

    How to Get Rid of Peas by Jenny Erlanger

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    How to get rid of peas

     

    Slip a couple up your sleeve,

    that way you can’t go wrong

    but first take care the sleeves you wear

    are pretty tight and long.

    Then accidentally bump your plate –

    that should get rid of more.

    Your Mum would never make you eat

    the peas that hit the floor.

    Another thing that’s hard to do

    but really worth the wait

    is slip some peas when no one sees

    onto your sister’s plate.

    And then (don’t say I told you)

    if you’re desperate I suppose

    you could shove some up your nostrils

    and then quickly blow your nose.

    By now you should have lost the lot.

    If not, may I suggest

    you think of other ways yourself

    to deal with all the rest.

    Jenny Erlanger

     

    First published in “Giggles and Niggles” (Haddington Press, 2007)

    Is it Food? by Stephen Whiteside

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    FOOD inside an orange egg.

    So, you want to pull my leg?

    Not an egg and not a fruit.

    Is it food? The point is moot.

     

    Letters help to form a face.

    Judging by their size and place,

    Eyes comprising two big “O”‘s.

    Nothing there to serve as nose,

    But all’s not lost, no, have no fear,

    For “F” and “D” each serve as ear!

    Stephen Whiteside