”Reading Is My Secret Power” by Kylie Covark

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Reading Is My Secret Power

 

Psst!

I’ve got special powers!

Do you promise not to tell?

My powers are a secret;

Lean in and listen well.

I can open any door,

And answer any, ‘Why?’

I can travel back

In time and space,

And sometimes even fly.

I’ve got every super power

That a kid could ever need.

And you can have them too,

My friend,

If you just sit and read

“Tragedy at Circus Flea” By Kylie Covark

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Nanna Sue is training fleas,

She feeds them piles of buttered peas,

They jump through hoops

And swing trapeze,

Performing with such skill and ease.

But look out please, my darling fleas!

Brace your elbows!

Lock your knees!

Your circus trainer’s going to sneeze;

A devastating Nanna breeze!

We weep and wail at times like these.

Such sudden, strange catastrophes.

”Easter Bilby” by Kylie Covark

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Easter Bilby

 

Dad says that he’ll tell

The Easter Bunny

I’ve been good.

As long as I do

All the things that Mother

Says I should.

But being good

Is not always

As easy as it seems.

There’s always other

Plans to hatch;

There’s plots,

And tricks,

And schemes.

I’d rather make

Some mischief

Than waste time

To make my bed,

So this year

I’ll send my order

To my bilby mate

Instead.

 

“The Cup” by Kylie Covark

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The Cup

 

The cup was gold and gleaming,

It shimmered in the sun,

It called to us along the line

As we were poised to run.

The starter called, ‘Get ready!’

The starter called, ‘Get set!’

Our hearts were pounding loudly,

Our hands were sleek with sweat.

And when we heard the cry of ‘Go!’

We sprang off in a burst,

We ran until our muscles ached,

All striving to be first.

And when the race was over,

There were no pouts or tears,

The cup went to the winner

And we each gave her three cheers.

But don’t think I don’t want it.

I’m never giving up.

I’ll train till I’m the fastest,

Then I’ll win that golden cup.

“Six Geese A Laying” By Kylie Covark

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Six Geese A Laying

 

Have you ever come across a goose who’s laid a nest of eggs?

I’ll tell you now you’d better hope you brought your running legs.

That goose will make a honking sound as loud as she can blast,

Then chase you far away from them; so furious and fast.

So it was hard to work out what my new true love was saying,

When he handed me a box containing six grey geese a laying.

It’s not a bit romantic, or thoughtful, sweet or fun,

To give someone a Christmas gift and then to scream out,

“Run!”

“Watermelon Boy” by Kylie Covark

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Watermelon Boy

 

One time I saw a kid on telly

Eating watermelon;

The pink bit and the skin.

I wondered how

He managed it,

How did he fit it in?

How did his teeth

Get through the green.

So thick and hard and tough?

Surely the yummy,

juicy guts inside it

Were enough?

But nope,

This kid kept eating.

Both the green bit and the pink.

Then he looked straight at the camera,

And he gave

A cheeky wink.