The best-paid job I ever had
was making food that tasted bad.
My steaks were shoes, I served them rare
fried in engine oil and hair.
I blended dead horse with my dips
and garnished them with gravel chips.
I found a special orange mould
that grew on cheese a few years old.
Yum! It tasted like a dream
sprinkled on bird-poo ice-cream.
You guys are lucky – who’s turned green?
I’m cooking in your school canteen!
— Harry Laing
Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved. From Shoctopus: Poems to Grip You!. Bunda Press. Reprinted by permission of the author.
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From Shoctopus: Poems to Grip You!
A fresh, funny and catchy collection of poems with illustrations for 6-12 yr olds. Shape-poems, verb-poems, chants, songs, rhymes, rap, they’re all jumping off the page. ‘A wonderful, eclectic collection of verse, this book offers a great introduction to the possibilities of language and the notion that poetry can indeed be fun.’ From the review in Reading Time where Shoctopus is Highly Recommended.