Here’s another world animal for #WorldPoetryDay – this time from Madagascar!
This poem and illustration is in Animal Magic, IRON Press!
World Book Day – Leaf-Tailed Gecko
Tag: Animal Poem
See it Like a Poet – National Poetry Day 2020
Here’s a poem for NPD about a narwhal – a type of whale, with a long twisted horn, which is actually a tooth. Scientists think people finding these horns on the seashore may have sparked myths about unicorns! There is a poem video – and a picture poem of it, below, by me, taken from Apes to Zebras.
And here it is in the shape poem book:
Funny Poems: Bullet Ant, by Liz Brownlee
I’m calling this a funny poem – but it certainly wouldn’t be funny if you were stung by this ant! It has the most painful sting of all ants, bees and wasps, and it can cause temporary paralysis. The terrible pain lasts for up to 24 hours. Luckily, it does not kill you!
The Bullet Ant
This creature’s sting is fiery hot.
though it’s so small it’s hard to spot.
“I’VE BEEN SHOT!” its victims pant –
that’s why it’s called the bullet ant!
© Liz Brownlee
The bullet ant is real – but you could write about a dangerous animal you know, perhaps a piranha fish, a tiger or a venomous snake, and only tell lies about the animal in your poem. Maybe you want to make it cuddly… or perhaps give it magical powers, or possibly you might want to exaggerate its dangerousness. Have fun!
Joke:
Did you hear about the ant that won the Nobel Peace Prize?
˙ʇuɐ-ᴉllᴉɹq sɐʍ ǝH
The great bullet ant image above was taken in Ecuador by Gail Hampshire, gailhampshire on Flikr. It is used with a Creative Commons license.
Teachers, Young Poets; Lego Poem Challenge
Here is my quick spider poem and Lego spider. Send me a Lego animal photo and I might write your animal a poem! If you send me a Lego animal poem you might see it here, too!
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Spidery Ways
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I’m a red-footed spider
with spidery fangs,
spider means spinner –
from spun silk I hang.
Related to scorpions
I’ve a poisonous bite,
but it’s not true I crawl
into mouths in the night.
Only females spin webs
and lay spiderling eggs,
and I taste and I hear
with the hairs on my legs.
I know that my scuttle
is scary to some
but I run in small bursts
for I’ve only one lung.
I have multiple eyes
but don’t have good sight
my eyes just spot motion
or darkness and light,
but my cousins, the hunters,
when hunting a snack
can see frontwards and sideways
and right round their back.
Despite being poisonous
I’m harmless, it’s true
for my jaws are too tiny
to take bites of you!
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© Liz Brownlee
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