Archer, The Pest by Toni Newell

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My little Archer
Can be so much fun
He loves to play games
And he loves to run.
He’ll jump on the couch
Put a paw on my leg
Try to snuggle right in
And often will beg.
But there are many times
When he’s such a pest
He won’t listen
And he just won’t rest
Barks continuously
Runs around the room
Knocking stuff over
It makes me fume.
He’s so energetic
A walk’s not enough
Needs constant attention
Which can be quite tough.
But I do love him dearly
Despite being a pest
He’s mostly loving
And to that I can attest.

image from Pixabay

Everything’s just ducky by James Aitchison

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Three ducks went for a dip,

their bottoms in the air.

I wonder what they found

in the muddy water there.

Did they catch some insects,

or maybe juicy seeds?

I hope it wasn’t bread —

that’s not what a duck’s diet needs!

Photo by Philip Webster

Teacher’s note: Everyone  loves feeding the ducks with bread, but too much isn’t good for them!  A duck’s natural diet includes aquatic plants and seeds, insects, worms and slugs, snails, small fish and frogs.

Each Of Us! by Marcus Ten Low

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Sally giggling, her ponytails wiggling.

Roger nodding, his long grim face bobbing.

Michael cackling, his knuckles crackling.

Susan farewelling, her weeping eyes swelling.

Desmond gloating, his fat tummy bloating.

Frances dancing, her style so entrancing.

Warren pouting, his shiny head doubting.

Sheila wailing, to no good availing.

Thelma yearning, but never returning.

Drawing by Marcus Ten Low

Nature’s playground by Jenny Erlanger

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Paddling through the shallows,
playing cricket on the sand,
licking up the ice cream
as it dribbles down my hand,
tossing leaves into the air
and catching them again,
popping the umbrella up
and skipping in the rain,
sliding down the mountainside
and weaving through the poles,
rotating my marshmallows
on a stick above the coals,
watching tiny chickens
wriggle out from splintered eggs,
waiting for a lamb to stand
on spindly, wobbly legs.
Aboard this giant carousel,
I love the fun it brings,
as summers move to autumns
and our winters turn to springs.

Image from Pixabay

Humungous Fungus by Pat Simmons

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Humungous Fungus is among us
and it’s rather smelly.
It slowly creeps between your toes
then right up to your belly.

It can be blue but when it’s pink
it gives off such an awful stink.
Sometimes it floats down in the breeze
and leaves great blobs on both your knees.

When it sparkles like a fairy
then you must be very wary.
If it waves its magic wand
you’ll smell like slime from next door’s pond.

Beware if Fungus goes to school.
It doesn’t care who looks a fool.
Your teacher might get quite a shock
if Fungus hides inside his sock.

If poor grandma, while she’s sitting
concentrating on her knitting,
notices a sudden pull,
it’s Fungus climbing up her wool.

Even Mum must be quite careful.
She might cop a blobby hair full
if she happens to be shopping
right where Fungus slime is dropping.

Family pets should run and hide.
‘Cos Fungus loves to slip and slide
into kennels, baskets, cages,
sending critters into rages.

But Fungus loathes a water spray.
So get yourself one right away
and squirt that fiend with all your might.
You’ll be a hero overnight.

Image from Pixabay

Soccer fan(atic) by Kate O’Neil

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I’m fully into soccer –

a real enthusiast.

I like to watch. I like to play –

to give the game my best.

It’s something teachers praise us for-

enthusiasm’s great!

But in the eighteenth century

it simply didn’t rate.

Enthusiasts were crazy folk

who’d somehow lost their wits.

They raved and had no self-control –

strong feelings were the pits.

This was the Age of Reason –

of cool and measured thought.

But soccer’s more than well-planned moves-

it’s heaps of fun! It’s sport!

So naturally I’ll yell and scream –

and help my team to win.

Enthusiasm’s what they need –

so everyone, join in!

Image from Pixabay

Awfully silly by James Aitchison

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How awful

that awful

means awful,

when once it meant

full of awe!

How silly

that silly

means silly,

when once it meant

happy and blessed!

It’s awfully silly

how meanings have changed,

and what we say now

has to be re-arranged.

Like, once the silly

filled us with awe,

but we’re not in awe

anymore!

The Journey of a Word

Image from Pixabay

Vivid by Celia Berrell

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Eyes now closed,
here I lie
imagining things
within my mind’s eye.

A giant glass marble
with aqua swirls
that turns into
our tiny world
against a backdrop
of deep-dark space …
then next appears
your smiling face!

And guess what’s even crazier?
A thing called aphantasia.
Some people, even though they try,
simply don’t have a vivid mind’s eye.

Poem inspired from August picture prompt. Artwork: STARING AT CLOUDS by Jennifer Barrand

https://www.jennibarrand.com/

The Tomato Wars by Nicola Phillips

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Eee-ew!
Ishy, squishy tomato reeney;
Splat!
Right on my face.
Oohey, gooey tomato rooney
All over the place.
Tomato gunge in my hair,
Dangling off my shoe.
Up my nose,
Behind my ears.
What can I do?
Slushy, mushy tomato pulp
Flying through the air.
La Tomatina in full swing
This means TOMATO WARFARE!

Image from Pexels

Cloud Racing by Linda Davidson

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Jump on a cloud; let’s go for a race.

Mine’s an elephant with a smiling face.

Yours is a dolphin leaping over the waves.

He seems a bit wild; I hope he behaves!

Let’s race to the rainbow, glistening with light.

We’ll count all the stripes – so fun and so bright!

Then leap onto colour, floating down with a flutter

To land in the prize – a pot of golden butter.

Artwork: STARING AT CLOUDS by Jennifer Barrand
https://www.jennibarrand.com/

Poem inspired by August Picture Poetry Prompt.