Throw the boomerang high in the sky
watch the ancient hunting tool fly
throw it straight and throw it long
up above this tool belongs
Try a lob and give it a boost
see it returning come home to roost
keep on flinging it into the sky
practice makes perfect
Give it a try
Image by Spencer Wing from Pixabay
I’m watching the Olympic Games, they come to us from France
A huge range there of sports for all-there’s even the break dance.
I wish that I could be there, and I think that I will aim
For Brisbane 2032-I’ll be there I proclaim!
My favourite sport is swimming-I had better start to learn
I have a lot of work to do for accolades I yearn
I’ll need to get up early and to swim a lot of laps
And hope with all my work I’m not so tired I collapse
Perhaps I need a coach on board, Dean Boxhall seems the best
He’ll work on my nutrition, making sure I get some rest
He ‘ll show me how to do the strokes, the freestyle and the back
And teach me how to do it well and highlight where I lack.
But still, there’s more to practice and a wealth of things to learn
Like diving in and breathing right and even how to turn
The good thing is there’s still 8 years to make sure I am ready
With hard work and determination, progress slow but steady
I see myself as Ariane or even Molly O.
Or Kaylee M or Emma Mac, all medalists, you know.
My dream is clear and focused, to aim high like the sun
No matter the result, if I can do my best I’ve won
I step up on the podium and gaze into the crowd
The spectators of Aussies and my family are so proud
Australian flag is risen, and the anthem starts to play
My medal gold around my neck, I’m champion today.
I’m a smart and stylish raincoat
Ruby red with stripes inside.
I’ve many secret pockets where
Your precious things can hide.
I’ve lots of zippers, long and short,
And studs that pop and click.
My velcro makes you tug-of-war,
So strongly does it stick.
My hood fits snugly round your face–
Just pull the drawstring please.
You won’t get cold if you pick me:
I block the stiffest breeze.
Oh no, don’t bother with the blue,
Its colour is quite pale.
And do you think those buttons
Would withstand a howling gale?
Besides the fun you’ll have with me,
I’ll keep you warm and dry.
You’ll have to search the UNIVERSE
To find a better buy.
Oh well, it seems it’s not my day.
Your mum is hardly keen.
She says blue coat might be the nicest
One she’s ever seen.
Then, suddenly, you shake your head
Insisting I’m for you,
And soon we’re heading out the door…
You, me and blue coat too!
Photo by Vecteezy
A gloomy glazier
went up a glacier
to have a look at the snow.
Without any haze
he could cast his gaze
over the icy flow.
Then down the mountain
like a freezing fountain
the ice began to travel.
Down they came,
glazier and glacier —
a mess you couldn’t unravel.
Photo by Pixabay
There is no magic rainbow, no pot of gold,
no endless pleasure, in spite of what we’re told
but there’s actually something better, manageable and right.
There are handfuls of happiness, pockets of delight.
There is:
the glimpse of a blue wren hopping through the trees;
a snatch of sweet music caught on the breeze;
the smile of a neighbour; the wave of a friend;
the book that you’re reading you don’t want to end.
There is:
the person in the supermarket who lets you go ahead
in the longest queue ever and you’ve only got bread;
running into friends you haven’t seen in a while
an ice-cream in a café, a laugh and a smile.
There is:
the mist on the river on a cold winter’s day
the man who says good morning as you both go on your way
the old friend who calls; the new friend you meet
the bustle of people moving up the street.
There is:
the gaze of your dog, eyes soft and brown
the first forget-me-not peeking through the ground;
the start of a holiday, a walk on the sand;
the breeze in your face, the touch of a hand.
There are handfuls of happiness, times that just feel right
and we welcome every moment, those pockets of delight.
Photo from Pexels by Javon Swaby
After 60 years of drawing
his nose was all but blunt
So our famous Mr Squiggle
went on a sharpener hunt
He took his rocket to the moon
with Blackboard and Miss Jane
They found a big red sharpener
and his pencils sharp again
What’s a haberdasher?
Is it someone who runs fast?
No, it’s not, so let me tell you
about this shop that you walk past.
A haberdasher runs a shop
that sells haberdashery.
Things for sewing, things you won’t see
in a salmon hatchery.
Needles, threads, wool and yarn,
material by the metre —
that’s the stuff that Mum will buy
when haberdashers greet her.
Teacher’s note: In America, haberdashers sell men’s clothing!
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash
Fake food socks
we love to wear
but our doggy friends
think it’s not fair
The pizza socks
smell like fluff
The bacon socks
are really rough
The taco socks
dripping fake cheese
The hamburger socks
are another tease
The hot dog socks
look so yummy
The cupcake socks
the icings runny
But worst of all
and looking real
are the T Bone socks
that cause a drool
The dogs agree
this has to stop
let’s give food socks
A mighty chop
Hey, Mr Sunshine,
where are you today?
Rain is falling heavily,
the sky is dark and grey.
All the kids are stuck inside
with nowhere to play.
Hey, Mr Sunshine,
please come back one day.
Hey, Mr Sunshine,
welcome back today.
The sky is blue and clear and bright,
the rain has gone away.
Now the kids can run outside
to laugh and sing and play.
Thanks, Mr Sunshine,
sure beats yesterday!
Winter is upon us
It gets colder every day
I need a jacket on
To keep the cold away.
My warm pyjamas and
An extra blanket on the bed
A flannel pillow slip
Where I will rest my head.
Shorts become trousers
Thongs are put away
Tee shirts turn to jumpers
To keep the cold at bay.
Milk becomes hot chocolate
Salads become roast
And cereal is replaced
With honey on hot toast.
Trees are shedding leaves
In hibernation mode
Preparing for the winter
When growth is slowed.
Yes, winter is upon us
But is followed by the Spring
Warmth again is promised
A seasonal offering.
Photo from Pexels by Peter Frese
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