“I’m rising,” said the sea,
“there’s no room for you and me…”
On Tuvalu, people fear
their home soon will disappear.
The Maldives now are on the brink,
and Kiribati too will sink.
Five Solomon islands already lost,
beneath the rising waves were tossed.
Do we ignore the ocean’s drive,
or will we help our friends survive?
One million face uncertainty,
in a global warming catastrophe.
Photo by Asad Photo Maldives
This is my chair,
keep away!
It’s very nice,
so here I’ll stay.
It matches me,
a perfect tone,
so leave me be,
up here alone!
Mervyn McFigg
lost his wig,
it blew off in the breeze.
It came to rest
in a bird’s nest,
in the highest of high gum trees.
Mervyn McFigg,
to retrieve his wig,
climbed up that mighty tree.
But at the top,
a bald bird said, “Stop!
Your wig now belongs to me!”
Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
is all I hear all day.
Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
is all people have to say.
Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
on and on it goes,
yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
see their mouths open and close.
Yakety-yak on the TV,
yakety-yak on my phone,
yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
why don’t they leave me alone!
I bent my head
so far back,
I heard it make
a funny crack.
What a sight,
my neck is sore,
still can’t believe
the sky I saw.
It was awesome,
all because
the sky was full
of tomato sauce!
She heard our roar and rumble,
from far away Australia.
She set her sights and off she went —
she had no thought of failure.
Gold’s her favourite colour,
and the whole world is impressed.
There is no doubt in my mind:
Jess Fox is jess the best!
A gloomy glazier
went up a glacier
to have a look at the snow.
Without any haze
he could cast his gaze
over the icy flow.
Then down the mountain
like a freezing fountain
the ice began to travel.
Down they came,
glazier and glacier —
a mess you couldn’t unravel.
Photo by Pixabay
Have you ever wondered
why we have two ears —
they’re very nice,
one on each side —
but why do we have
only one mouth?
I asked a man called
Epictetus who said:
“We have two ears
so we can listen
twice as much as
we speak.”
Now, I wonder what he meant by that?
Teacher’s note: Epictetus was one of the great Stoic philosophers. This quote could stimulate a class discussion.
Photo from Pexels by Yan Krukau
Giggy Gilbert had a horse,
he didn’t have a cart.
He had to blow a whistle
before the horse would start.
The horse was deaf and couldn’t hear,
So Giggy, in despair,
Picked it up in both hands
And carried it everywhere.
Poor Jasper McGore,
by a creek for a while,
fell asleep, didn’t see
the huge crocodile.
Those mighty jaws
opened big and wide,
swallowed him whole,
but Jasper inside
tickled its tongue,
made it open one jaw,
and out climbed one half
of Jasper McGore.
Photo by Sebastien Varin on Unsplash
Australian Children’s Poetry 