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Cheese dips and apples: The winners of the food poem challenge

Thank you for sending in scrumptious poems for the food-poem challenge. I really enjoyed reading them all.

I am posting a few of my favourites along with the winners. If you missed out this time do send in a poem in the holidays and do try my competitions next term.

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There are two winners today, one older and one younger. Sophia’s poem is like a little story that makes you think of the food you don’t like (for me tripe and junket!). I really like ‘like a bubble of butter that’s burst’. I got to meet Sophia last week as I judged the poetry competition at St Kentigern Girls’ School. She won the Year 7 section with her wonderful ballad. With her permission I have posted the photo of us. It was lovely to meet her. I am sending Sophia a copy of my book Macaroni Moon (illustrated by Sarah Laing, Random House, 2009, now out of print!).

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Cheese dip
I don’t like a lot of food but cheese dip is the worst
oozing over the carrots and snacks
like a bubble of butter that’s burst.

I can’t hide it somewhere or it would smell fouler,
someone would notice if I put it on
my cat’s plate for her to devour.

Mum says I have to eat it
or at least give it a try
otherwise I won’t get any dessert
and we’re having my favourite pie.

I guess I’ll just have to eat it, I pinch my nose so tight
and squint at the gloopy mess on my spoon
it doesn’t look natural or right.

I close my eyes and lick it.
It actually tastes quite good.
It has that creamy texture,
who cares if it looks like the recipe should?

Mum said I had to eat it,
I’m glad I gave it a try.
It is now one of my favourite foods
and I can have my chocolate pie.

Sophia aged 11, Year 7, St Kentigern Girls’ School (Auckland)

Izzi sent in this poem and I really liked the simple rhythm and rhyme. It is a good poem to say out loud. Great job Izzi! Thanks to Scholastic I am sending you a copy of Marmaduke and the Marmalade Jam (by Juliette MacIver, illustrated by Sarah Davis, Scholastic, 2013). It also has great rhymes and rhythms. You might be inpsired to write more when you read it!

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The Apple
As cold as ice
as flaming as spice
as juicy as meat
that a tiger will eat
as bright as the sun
that warms everyone
as sweet as some cake
that is ready to bake.

Izzi aged 7, Year 3 Otari School (Wellington)

Sarah Dickson’s Year 5 and 6 class from East Taieri School sent in these food poems. I think they had fun writing them!

Nutty Food
Cheese and cream makes me dream
Toast and pie makes me die
Sandy candy makes me handy
Powder and flour makes me sleep for an hour
Julian

Nutty Food
Ice cream and bread hurts my head.
Chocolate and peas make me fall to my knees.
Flour and coffee makes me hoppy.
Ham and jam helps me drive my van.
Potatoes and cheese causes me to sneeze!
Kailen

Nutty Food
Nuts and cream makes me scream
Peas and flour – I really need a shower.
Fish and meat it’s such a treat
Milk and eggs you are killing my legs
Jam and cheese oh no I am going to sneeze!
Trinity

Nutty Food
Salt and mustard you make me feel disgusted
Wasabi and fish is so delish
Eggs and Lamb helps me be still like Sam
Chicken and pie makes me want to fly
Sugar and powder is so sour.
Sam

Nutty Food
Porridge with fish, oh what a dish.
Spaghetti and flour now I need a shower.
Toothpaste and cheese I don’t want that please!
Mushrooms and cream that’s my dream
Apple and coffee makes me toffee!
Alicia

Nutty Food
Jam and ham makes me baa like a ram
Cake with fish oh what a dish
Cheese and peas more please
Toast and pie makes me cry … I sigh …
Chicken and fizzy makes me dizzy
Sausage and pork makes me snort!
Hayley

East Taieri School takes off like a fleet of birds

Year 5 and 6 from East Taieri School have sent in some poems and I would like to post some of them. They took up my idea of seeing unusual things together.

Ben has written a poem about skiing, and as I am hopefully about to have a day on the mountain in Queenstown this weekend, this struck a chord with me! He has captured a moment beautifully and used some surprising similes. I am hoping my skis don’t take off like birds! Great job Ben.

A crash on a snowy slope

As I clip my skis on I see people skiing down the soft snowy slope.

The lifts take off like a fleet of birds ready to roam.

My skis slide and my poles push down the slope.

The snow is like water flicking into the air.

I look up and see the people in the lifts waiting to get to the top.

But without looking in front of me my skis flip and …THUMP!

My legs are crossed and I slide fast down the slippery ice out of control but I say to myself,

“No need to worry everyone crashes in skiing.”

So I uncross my legs and push, push, push with all my might like a fighter wanting to win the battle and …

Finally I am up sliding down the hill like a pro.

Ben

Ella  has had fun with a list of surprising things and not so surprising things. I like the way she moved from dogs barking to double rainbows.  I also think the short lines work really well. Great job Ella!

A normal morning

In the morning I see and hear

Cars on the rail way track

Shoes hanging from power lines

Dogs barking

Double rainbows

Cows mooing

Wheels squeaking

Trees creaking —

and that is all in a  normal morning

By Ella

 

Julian has written a poem that is a bit like a story (which is always fun!). He has found a great rhythm and I like the way his poem offers a little surprise — this could actually happen! Great job Julian.

At the beach 

As I run along the beach

I kick the ball across the soft sand

Into a little pool

In there I see two giant crabs

A limpet hanging for its life

A couple of tiny fish swimming in a group…

Then strangely enough I see a two dollar coin

Will I take the risk of getting snipped by a crab and get it…

Or shall I be good ?

By Julian 

 

I like the way Jack’s poem has a sense of humour and is slightly whacky. I was pleased to see it turned out all right in the end. This poem made me laugh. Great job Jack.

At the Dental School

When I go to the dental school

And get into the room, I see…

Lots of groovy glasses on patients’ faces,

Lights as bright as a car head lights turned on full,

Dentist men looking funny in dresses, wearing their masks, linking up, waiting like soldiers

ready to battle those naughty teeth.

I lie down with my mouth open as wide as I can.

Then the man says “No problems here, You’re free to go.”

My dream Dental School visit.

By Jack