Here’s another one of my poems. Hope you enjoy it!

I Can’t Write a Poem

Forget it
You must be kidding!
I feel sick.
My hand hurts
And I don’t know what a poem is.
People keep bumping me
And my drink bottle is empty. I am thirsty.
I am hugry and
My pencil is blunt.
And besides
I need to go to the toilet.
It is noisy.
Time’s up – uh oh!
All I have is this dumb list of excuses
You like it? Really! No kidding.
Thanks a lot.
Would you like to see another one?

by Bruce Lansky and Lily Osborne 2013

I like writing poems. It makes me happy! I would like to share some with you on my blog. This is a Christmas poem. It’s called, “Christmas Time”.

Decorate a tree,
By the sea.
Presents to unwrap,
We should clap.
Yummy smells,
Mummy yells.
Knock at the door,
I started a war!
Carols to sing,
It’s like spring.
Lots to eat,
Especially meat.
Grown up chatter,
It doesn’t matter.
Children play
In hay.
Christmas ends,
Someone bends.

My mummy told me that the Prime Minister of our country, Australia, Tony Abbott said that:

“I think all parents know that occasionally the best thing that we can give a kid is a smack, but it can never be something that hurts them.” (Tony Abbot, Prime Minister, Australia, 2013)

If it’s true that he said that, I don’t agree.

I think the best thing a parent could give a kid is love – a hug or a kiss.

That’s a really stupid comment…no offence. I don’t think it is very good that someone that is running our country says that. I only agree with one bit, that you shouldn’t hurt kids, but the rest is just weird.

Hitting a child isn’t teaching a kid how to be happy and healthy. It teaches them how to be violent.