The Love of Eggs


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


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big black

bear be brave

because being beary blue


beary big

bounce your blues

back beyond Burke

big black



bounce brightly back

Karen Hendriks



blowing bubbles

big bubblegum bubble

biggest bubble bursting – BANG!

boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo

Allan Cropper
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #29

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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…


Karen Hendriks
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #30

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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.


Karen Hendriks


  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #27

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The Competition

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.

Karen Hendriks

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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.


Karen Hendriks


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What is Red?


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.


Karen Hendriks








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Moonlight Surprise


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.

Karen Hendriks
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #16

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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.


Karen Hendriks


  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #10


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Hot Summer


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.


Karen Hendriks
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #7