Delaying the Inevitable

For as long as he could remember, Paul had wanted to travel; to see new sights, to push boundaries, to explore. Don’t get me wrong, he loved his family, he liked his home, but he couldn’t help but feel there was so much more to see out there, far away across the ocean. Life can get a bit repetitive for an Adélie penguin. Waddling down to the water, having a quick snack of krill, waddling back up onto the ice floe. Day in, day out. The same routine. No surprises, no drama, no excitement. Sometimes, at night, while his friends and family were huddled together for warmth, he’d make his way up to the higher ground, and stare at the moon and Southern lights. Occasionally, he’d see shooting stars arcing silently across the sky, and he would look down at his short, stubby wings, and flap them about a bit. “If only I could fly” he thought “the things I could see, the places I could go”. Every now and then, the colony would get a visit from humans. Dressed head to toe in survival gear,...

It's pretty easy to take your voice for granted. We live in an age where it seems everyone has a voice - where anyone on the internet is free to give their opinion about pretty much anything. But that's not always true. At times it can appear that there aren't people talking out about issues that matter. The ability to speak up is essential to keep sufficient scrutiny on those in power.  (Although if you're a contestant on X-factor it's probably worth learning to keep quiet a bit more often) RAISE YOUR VOICE When I was little I had a big voice It was great, he went everywhere with me We had loads of fun together. But as I got bigger, my voice got smaller I was told to keep quiet, to stop making a fuss And then when I wanted my voice, when I really needed him, he wasn’t there Some people never have a voice Other people have theirs taken away from them How can you speak for them if you don’t have one yourself? How can you help them get th...

This question has baffled scientists for centuries. Now, in the 21st century, we are getting close to finding an answer. Here is the latest evidence, in poem format: WHERE DOES THE SUN GO AT NIGHT: Where does the Sun go at night? I really hope that he’s alright I’m worried as I have been told The Sun is very very old I asked my Dad, he said “Don’t fear He’s in the Southern Hemisphere” But I’m not sure, and that’s because I also asked my friend from Oz - He said my Dad should change his tune As in the night, they see the Moon Where is he then? I’ve had some thoughts  I’ll need to check with astronauts (I hope I find some time to quiz them About our super solar system) If I were the Sun and had to choose I’d just chill out and have a snooze

I really like cheese. It's not deep, it's not meaningful but it's true. Scientists have shown that cheese contains all the major food groups. Here is a poem about my love of cheese: CHEESE IS MY FAVOURITE TYPE OF FRUIT Cheese is my favourite type of fruit From Chile, Greenland or Beirut There’s no dispute, you can’t refute That cheese is my favourite type of fruit Waxy skin or grated fine, Taken with a glass of wine, A cracker? No I must decline, Just by itself will be divine. Cow or Camel, Yak or Goat Any cheese will get my vote Moose, or Sheep, or Buffalo, Spready? Steady! Let’s go! Red or yellow, white or blue Grilled on toast, or in fondue It smells of roses, or of old shoe? I’ll eat any cheese, I’m telling you! Except Parmesan I don’t really like Parmesan