Tag Archives: Jill McDougall

What Good Luck! by Jill McDougall

Leave a comment

What Good Luck!

 

I’m going to join in a rock  band.

What good luck!

I can’t sing.

What bad luck!

I can play the guitar.

What good luck!

I don’t have a guitar.

What bad luck!

Dad’s going to buy me one.

What good luck!

But I have to mow the grass every week.

What bad luck!

We live on a boat.

What good luck!

I have to mow my grandma’s grass.

What bad luck!

She always gives me a present.

What good luck!

Home-made socks.

What bad luck!

I think they’re cool.

What good luck!

But they never fit me.

What bad luck!

They fit my best friend.

What good luck!

But she went to Queensland.

What bad luck!

For a holiday.

What good luck!

It rained the whole time.

What bad luck!

And broke the drought.

What good luck!

And washed away the cricket ground.

What bad luck!

People are raising money.

What good luck!

But I’m broke.

What bad luck!

So I’m going to join a rock band.

Jill McDougall

 

 

Away by Jill McDougall

Leave a comment

Away

 

I’d like to be (if you’ll agree)

Away today, Ms Hall,

Please carry on as if I’ve gone,

Like I’m not here at all.

 

And while you’re teaching nouns and verbs,

And all those tricky spelling words,

I’ll play computer games ‘til bell,

And eat a bag of crisps as well.

 

Then during Silent Reading, Miss,

I’ll decorate your hair,

With little silver metal clips,

And glued bits everywhere.

 

A touch of orange texta,

And a safety pin or two,

Will soon improve your love life, Miss,

Coz punk’s the look for you!

 

So Miss …

I’ll be  away today,

I’m sure you’ll say

that that’s okay,

Just carry on

please teacher dear,

You’ll hardly notice

I’m not here.

 

Jill McDougall

Wrecked! by Jill McDougall

Leave a comment

Wrecked!

 

I’ve scraped the skin

From off my chin,

My arms and legs are grazed,

My elbow’s sprained,

My ankle’s maimed,

I’m feeling kind of dazed.

 

I’ve crunched my neck,

My knee’s a wreck,

My fingers curl like claws,

My dental work

Has gone berserk

And jammed up both my jaws.

 

My eyes are black,

My nose is red,

My lips are turning blue –

So tell me why

The teachers cry –

SPORT IS GOOD FOR YOU!

Jill McDougall 

No School Today by Jill McDougall

Leave a comment

No School Today

 

Don’t make me go to school today,

Please! Anything but that!

I’ll tidy up my bedroom,

I’ll be gentle with the cat…

 

I’ll do the dishes for a week,

(I’ll soak the saucepans too),

But please don’t make me go to school –

That place is like a zoo.

 

The kids are really mean to me,

They call me nasty names

Like ‘legend in a lunch box’ when

I interrupt their games.

 

And when they see me coming,

They spread out like peanut paste,

I feel like I’m some fungal growth,

Some noxious toxic waste.

 

So please don’t make me go to school,

I’ll sulk and whine and sob,

So WHAT if I’m the Principal!

I want a different job!

Jill McDougall

The House that Never Sleeps by Jill McDougall

Leave a comment

The House that Never Sleeps

 

Our house is a blinking one,

A winking, ever-thinking one,

At night when all the work is done,

Our house is standing by.

 

The laptop light is pulsing white

In case it’s needed in the night

To play a game or book a flight,

It’s always standing by.

 

The bright light on the video

Is glowing green, all set to go,

In case we want to watch a show,

It’s always standing by.

 

The red lights on the Xbox E,

The microwave, the smart TV,

All stab the dark impatiently,

Forever standing by.

 

Our house is ready all night long

To heat some food or play a song,

Till all the fossil fuels are gone,

Our house is standing by.

 

© Jill McDougall

 

Reconciliation Rap by Jill McDougall

Leave a comment

Reconciliation Rap

Hey, hey,

It’s time to say,

Gotta walk the talk,

It’s the only way!

Gotta do it right,

Whether black or white,

No room for hate –

REC-ON-CIL-IATE!

 

Hey, ho,

It’s the way to go,

Gotta keep it real,

From head to toe.

Gotta stay on track,

Whether white or black,

No room for hate –

REC-ON-CIL-IATE!

 

Hey, hey,

Let me hear you say,

Gonna walk the talk,

Every night and day!

Gonna say it loud,

Gonna say it proud,

Make our country great –

REC-ON-CIL-IATE!

 

© Jill McDougall

Check out other poems by Jill on her website, www.jillmcdougall.com.au