Poems

We got on the topic of poems today at brekky, and I ended up telling Grandad the poems I wrote when I was in about grade 5 (It's amazing I can still remember them!). He thought they were Pam Ayers poems at first (we were discussing her), then when I got to the word 'kookaburra', he began to wonder... :)
He said I should post them, so here they are. :)

The Kookaburra

We were out for a picnic it's funny;

'Twas the birthday of the sister of my Mummy.

It was a holiday,

And no-one was delayed,

As none of our noses were runny.

We were sitting in a tight little bunch,

All the cousins just having a munch,

When suddenly, a bird!

A kookaburra swerved!

Right down on top of poor Benny's lunch!

Then Grandpa said, 'Oh, what a joke!'

And Benny aimed a poke.

Then Grandpa stepped backwards

Right into the rapids!

And came up again, all soaked!

(Based on a true story. :) )

This next one is one Mum and I made a game of: she'd make up the first line, then I'd have to make up the second line to rhyme with the first. She thought she'd had me with some of the trickier ones (like 'disgusting'), but I always worked it out! :) It doesn't really have a name: I suppose you could call it 'Litter', but that doesn't really lend itself to the poem at all... :)

Litter, litter everywhere!

On the ground and in the air.

What a mess, it's quite disgusting!

Bitd of plastic, metal rusting,

Banana skin and orange peel,

I've even found an envelope seal!

So please, oh please don't chuck your junk,

Or you'll have me to answer to - punk!

(P.S. Can you tell I made up those last two lines just then? :) We didn't end up finishing this one, and of course I couldn't write it here without and end, so I just made one up. :) )

(P.P.S. And you've gotta admit, the last two lines are the best!)

I really like writing these sorts of poems, but I HATE studying (and writing) those stupid ones that are 'profound', and 'deep', and 'horribly uninteresting and boring,' at school. What are we supposed to get out of it!?! An ability to interpret things completely un-english?

My favourite poet is Pam Ayers - she writes poems that are just plain funny, interesting, hilarious, and hysterical. In other words, a lot of fun to read! My favourite are 'Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth', 'I don't want to go to school Mum,' and better yet, 'Thoughts of a late night knitter.'

If you want to find a good poem for an assignment at school, pick one of hers! (Though in older high school grades, you're not really allowed to pick poems that aren't as deep as a 12m pool, which is irritating)

Anyway, after all this rambling, I really have to get back to my physics...... ugh!