The school yard is a pooches banquet
they rummage the playground for scraps
scuffs between feathers and fur
for a cold sausage roll
in wet paper wrap
a fritz sandwich
added cheese
means a
feast
After Lunch (Nonet) by Jeanie Axton
Image by Pexels
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Poem of the Day
Leave a commentSCHOOL DAZE
My mind is muddled, I feel befuddled,
bewildered and confused.
I think the space inside my brain
has been completely used.
There’s no room left for algebra,
or history or dates,
So I’ll be marching out of school,
please open up the gates.
What’s that you say? You’ll ring my mum?
You’ll call my dad as well?
Well, silly me, there seems to be
some room left in there still.
I guess I’ll stay and learn some more
until the final bell.
© Allan Cropper
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #4
Poem of the Day
Leave a commentWrecked
Wake late
Nothing clean
Wear yesterday’s undies
Crushed uniform
Sister’s socks
She screams at me
Mum screams at me
We scream at one another
We’re running late
Jammed in bumper-to-bumper traffic
Kiss Mum goodbye, no way
Across the empty playground
Running, I drop
The paper Mache dinosaur
That took four hours
Last night
Of hard, hard work
My project
Now it’s crushed, like me
Late for assembly
Everyone stares
Teachers’ eyebrows are raised
And classes haven’t even begun.
© Dianne Bates
(Published in Our Home is Girt by Sea)
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #26
Australian Children’s Poetry 