Allsorts

Green is not always mean
Green is the colour of trees not bees
Green is in some food that’s good
Green is the colour of some wool and is sometimes cool
And I now it’s time to make it rhyme….
Green is sometimes bad which makes me sad
Green is in goo but doesn’t moo
Green is there at times but not the colour of American dimes
Green is the colour of a vine, green is really mine
Green is the best and it beats the rest…

Into the bathroom
Turn on the tap
Wash away the sleepiness…

Hi, Ameerah. This is a poem by John Foster. You have to write your own poems
in the Poetry Zone. Why not have a go at writing your own version of getting up,
and send it to us.

Once upon a time I was sleeping
and I heard a loud bang
I saw a alien appear from a long distance
His name was Jeffy
He was pretty nice
I also noticed that we were on the moon

What am I doing?
I don’t know what haikus are!
Does it go like this?

First five syllables,
Then after that there’s seven,
Last there’s five again?

It is super long,
Super long and confusing
Way too confusing!

This doesn’t feel right!
It seems to be much too long!
What could have gone wrong?

Wait just one second,
I was right, it was too long!
It’s only three lines…

Dogs run around
Barking and leaping round and round
Loyal to everyone who knows their name
If you’re sad they also feel pain
My puppy, my lifelong buddy
I love him, even if he gets muddy
When I am sick he always mourns
I’ve known him ever since I was born

We humans aren’t as strong as tigers
We can’t swim like dolphins
We don’t have wings
But what do we have?
We are blessed with arms
We are blessed with legs
We are blessed with eyes
We are blessed with a blood pumping heart
We have a perfect body
But look at others
They are blind
They are deaf
They can’t see their loved ones
They can’t hear their loved ones
But why are we making fun of them?
They are us
The same species
Be grateful for what you have

You soothe me
and calm me
You make me feel unique
When with you
I do not feel
weak

The ocean infinite, strange, bizarre
Why does the ocean stretch out so far?

Those murky waters are hard to comprehend
Why does the horizon never end?

Rising ripples, a menacing foe
Why are we unsure of where the trenches go?

Colossal waves start to fold
Why are there still stories left untold?

Mysterious, inevitable, a creative stranger
Why does the ocean bring so much danger?

Food is cool, food is nice
Sometimes it’s full of spice
But there are some foods I will never eat
Like the eye of a newt or a dragon’s feet

Snow, what a magnificent thing
Which doesn’t happen during spring
It brings joy around the world.
As Ryan just observed,
“Snow, snow please don’t go!
The snow is so low,
Please stay until it’s big,
And stay until it’s thick.”
Then, suddenly, snow poured out,
So that’s what Ryan thought about,
His wishes were at last fulfilled,
And Ryan was finally thrilled!