The Love of Eggs
Cluck, cluck, cluck
I’m a chicken.
I dig dirt,
And lay eggs all day.
Cluck, cluck, cluck
But today’s no ordinary day.
I have a massive problem.
An egg is stuck.
Cluck, cluck, cluck
It’s no ordinary egg.
I’ve created a square egg.
How do I get this egg out?
Cluck, cluck, cluck
My eyes are watering.
The egg’s stuck.
Some olive oil will do the trick.
Cluck, cluck, cluck
Phew the square egg’s out.
Chicken hall of fame for me.
One problem, I’ll never do it again.
by Karen Hendriks
Bear
big black
bear be brave
because being beary blue
becomes
beary big
bounce your blues
back beyond Burke
big black
beautiful
bear
bounce brightly back
bubblegum
blowing bubbles
big bubblegum bubble
biggest bubble bursting – BANG!
boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo
There’s a box
It just arrived
Especially for me
No one saw it arrive.
I wish I knew what was inside
It says ‘Only open if you dare’
I wonder what it could be?
It’s a complete mystery.
The outside gives no clues
The danger lies within
I run my fingers lightly across the top
It’s too late now
I signed for it at the door
It might send me flying into space
I can’t bear it anymore
I carefully untie the bow.
My eyes dare to peek inside
I smile with delight
For it’s something money can’t buy
A key to another world.
Dare I go inside…
tted in response to Poetry Prompt #30
No is a magical word.
It has power.
No means I am in control.
I don’t have to be a people pleaser.
It’s good to say no.
But don’t overuse it.
Or you’ll end up all alone.
Use no wisely.
No is one of the first words you learn.
It’s mightier than two letters.
Don’t throw it around just anywhere.
No used at the right time gives you a happy heart.
One day when you least expect to succeed.
Be brave enough to have a go.
With rocks weighing down your chest,
and bile in your throat.
They think you can’t do it.
They wait to laugh,
because they think you’ll fail.
Take a deep breath and dig in deep.
Don’t let the mind speak stop you.
Your skin is pale and clammy,
your eyes blink in the blinding light,
you’re feeling overwhelmed
by the thunderous clapping and pressure to perform.
Your nauseous tummy rolls,
you suck in some air.
You’re feeling quite unwell.
As the camera pans in close,
you know you’ve got this.
For after twenty meat pies
You’ve won.
Jumping, biting, annoying,
Sneaky little flea.
Scritch, scratch, scritch,
I have a terrible itch.
How do I ditch this itch?
A flea on board,
Becomes a terrible game.
Flea twister is no fun,
Trying to find the little biter.
Take off your clothes,
And jump into the sea,
Swim, dive, and float,
Surf a few waves.
No more itch,
Wash those clothes,
Peace at last,
No more sneaky little flea.
I strolled in the woods,
Wearing a red hood.
Looking cool in the neighbourhood.
I knock, knocked at Granny’s door.
I heard a terrible snore.
Just like a dinosaur roar.
Poor granny lay dead still.
Given a sleeping pill.
I’m no dill.
My eyes could see
You were dressed to trick me.
I pretended all was as it should be.
In the big four-poster bed you lay,
Hoping I would play.
But this was my day to make you pay.
All was not what it seemed.
Your sharp teeth gleamed.
Showing you for who you are was my dream.
A mean cold stare,
Laid you bare.
Come closer you dared.
I had to be brave
To save poor granny from the grave.
Coming your way was a shock wave.
I may be sweet and dressed in red
But you should be filled with dread.
That isn’t Granny in the sickbed.
I asked the secret code word of you
You looked blue
You had no clue.
Three letters please
Don’t be a tease.
I can see you freeze
Tell me now
Stop wrinkling your brow
On your nose ‘kapow!’
The code word is red.
Your face is red.
You run with dread.
Sharing is caring
Your red face is laid bare
For now there is no one you can scare.
The moonlight shines brightly
casting dancing shadows afar.
A tiger prowls past
Creeping into the night.
Just behind a tree
a crouching black mystery
seems to be stalking
me in the deep,
dark, black night shadows.
But as I draw
closer and closer surprise!
For the black mystery
Isn’t a scary thing.
As the dancing moonlight
shines ever so brightly.
Then I see revealed
our dog Elmo hiding
behind a dark tree.
Elmo crouches and waits
to doggy surprise me
in the night so
that I’m never alone.
In the land of dreams,
All is not what it seems.
For no world is perfect.
You see, not even in the most beautiful imaginary places.
Lurking in the dark are sharks.
Ready to invade the place of great beauty,
To steal some of that sunshine away.
You see, sharks are drawn to beautiful imaginary places.
Best to turn on the light,
And cast the shadows aside.
Let the beauty sparkle in a golden glow.
You see, even the shadows are in beautiful imaginary places.
Let the sun shine and sparkle,
Casting all the dark shadows aside.
Then the stunning beauty can shimmer in all its glory.
You see, goodness and happiness are found in beautiful imaginary places.
When you allow them to glow.
It’s too hot to play,
So I snooze in the shade.
Lazing in the cool
of a massive fig tree.
Nature’s air conditioning.
It’s too hot to play,
So I dive in the salty sea.
Waves tickle me,
refreshing my body.
Nature’s swimming pool.
It’s too hot to play,
So I sit in a sudden breeze.
Cooling my sticky body,
blowing my hair.
Nature’s fan.
It’s too hot to play,
So I eat a fat watermelon.
Refreshing my dry mouth
trickling on my face.
Nature’s most refreshing treat.
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