See this fish in my pocket? Isn't it fine? Bet you wish it was yours, But it isn't, It's mine. Poem © 2017 Katherine Lynas Illustration ©2017 Nick Butterworth |
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![]() Early this morning, The Norsemen came calling, In ships from over the sea. They're here for my treasure, But I like my leisure, They can wait till I've finished my tea. Poem ©2016 Katherine Lynas Illustrations ©2016 Sarah McIntyre
Susie Scrawler drew and drew,
She found she couldn't stop. Then one day her hand turned blue, Her wrist began to flop. The Dog Ate My Homework
Rover ate my homework, Miss, I swear he really did, Don't look at me like that, Miss, I'm just a little kid. My work fell in the jam, Miss, I tried to wipe it off, But it just spread around, Miss, And Rover likes to scoff. I thought I'd squirt some juice, Miss, To wash the jam away, But it got rather damp, Miss, When covered all in spray. I hung it on the line, Miss, To try and dry it out, Rover sniffed the stink, Miss, With his wet and hairy snout. Up he jumped and grabbed it, Miss, There was nothing I could do, He chewed and ate it up, Miss, I swear to you it's true. Poem © 2015 Katherine Lynas Into the cauldron, bits of bat,
I'll brew me up a witch’s cat. No lazy barking dog for me, A cat will fill this witch with glee! A cat that catches tasty frogs, That hop and splash around in bogs. Into the cauldron little gnat, I'll brew me up a witch’s cat. On my broomstick, he will lie, As we go flying through the sky. Holding tight with sharpened claws, He'll snap at insects with his jaws Into the cauldron, tail of rat, I'll brew me up a witch’s cat. We'll stay up late into the night, Casting spells that cause a fright. And when you've tired of all of that, You can sleep in my old hat. In the cauldron, something's funny, Should my potion be this runny? Forgot to add a mongoose hair, Thick green smoke now fills the air. It’s a cat-astrophic flop, I’ve created gooey slop! ![]() From Soles the shoe shop I collected, Boots I lovingly selected. I carefully unwrapped their box, And pulled them over stripy socks. They would not walk upon the floor, But started climbing up the door. Then headed off across the ceiling, Giving me a sickly feeling. Suddenly they jumped down hard, And sprinted off into the yard. Then out the gate and down the track, I don’t think I am coming back. Poem ©2014 Katherine Lynas Illustration © 2014 Sam Zuppardi This month I decided to write some Haikus. Haikus are based on a Japanese form of poetry that doesn't rhyme and follows a pattern of syllables usually; Line 1: 5 syllables Line 2: 7 syllables Line 3: 5 syllables They are usually about nature and are not normally funny... I was quite peckish,
So I ate up all my tea. Then burped a human. You're a lily-livered landlubber,
A poxy-faced buffoon. Your armpits smell like rancid cod, Your face looks like a prune. You're a rusty-bladed buccaneer, Who only drinks stale grog. Your wooden leg has woodworm, You weevil eating dog. You're a parrot-lovin' jellyfish, A lice-infested slob. There is no need to spill my guts, You rotter, Scurvy Bob! Poem ©2014 Katherine Lynas Illustration © 2014 Sally Kindberg There's a tiger in the jungle,
I'd better take care. There's a tiger in the jungle, I've seen him in there. There's a tiger in the jungle, Who wants to eat me up. There's a tiger in the jungle, That's out of luck!
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