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by Allan Cropper


Bing bang wallopy boom

The marching band came in my room

Round and round and round my bed

Pounding pounding in my head

Bing bang wallopy boom

The marching band marched out my room

I never heard another peep

I closed my eyes and fell asleep


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The Trouble with Rain

By Nadine Cranenburgh


At Gran’s I have an awesome time

but when it rains and pours

I’d love to go and splash outside

and Gran keeps me indoors


‘Some kinds of rain don’t bother me’

says Grandma when I mope

‘Not every downpour spoils my day

umbrellas help me cope’


‘But there’s one kind of rain I hate

when I’ve forgot my ’brolly

and if get caught out in it

it makes me mad, by golly’


‘Gran, what’s this rain that gets your goat

and makes your humour fail

could it be the driving drops

that come before the hail?’


‘No that’s not it, I don’t mind those’

Gran answers with a frown

‘I don’t mind hail or sleet or snow

they never get me down’


‘So what?’ I ask, ‘What rain is this

that makes your undies twist?’

‘You really want to know?’ asks Gran

‘I’ll tell, since you insist’


‘The rain I hate and deeply loathe

is drizzle, feather-light

It soaks me so, I’ll catch my death

don’t laugh dear, I just might!’


‘But Gran,’ I say, ‘it’s drizzling now

please come outside with me

Put on your gumboots, coat and hat

we’ll have a ball, you’ll see!’


I splished and sploshed and mucked about

Gran laughed and joined in too

Then Gran said, ‘Well, that wasn’t bad’

and I said,




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Hot, Salty, Crunchy

by N. McMullin


Hey you!

Stop staring at me like that!

Yeah, you!

I don’t like the way

You’re looking at me…

With your beady little eyes

And that sad cry of yours.

It doesn’t fool me,

Not one little bit.

Hey! Don’t you come any closer!

No way, pal, you’re just

Asking for trouble.

C’mon, quit your begging.

I know your type.

I’ll give you one,

And then all of your

Mates show up,

Demanding more…

Ah, no, cut with the crying.

Okay, then, maybe just one little…

Hot, salty, crunchy chip.



Picture: Hannah Coleman

Picture: Hannah Coleman






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Brisbane West End Markets

by Anna Jacobson


Under a canopy of fig trees

we pass a busker, watch his hands dance

over the surface of the drum and hear

music— soft, warm, bright.

Honey sounds that take us past the

food stalls and hot Afghani bread filled

with leeks and onion. I follow behind a girl

who carries a white Persian cat. Its pampered

face peers over her shoulder at me.


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Fred: A Fearful Fate

The Terrible Tale of Lazy Fred who Starved to Death.

From Aesop’s Fable: The Grasshopper and the Ants.

by Prudence Marsh *

Grasshopper Fred.

Dark green

Stripes of yellow

Could be seen.

Fred loved to




In the warm summer sun!




Just so much fun!





Small, busy and black.

Never the ones to slack!




Never the ones to shirk!


Fred said:

Why do you work all day?

I would rather play!

The Ants gave their reply:

We work in the summer heat.

We gather food to eat.

We store our winter Supply.

Without food we will die!


Winter came with frost and snow.

Where will poor Fred go?

The ants have locked their door!




No food anymore!


Poor Fred!

Stone dead!


What a marvelous treat!

Sausage rolls.

With grasshopper meat!


Providence U3A: March 16th 2015

* Prudence Marsh is the nom-de-plume of the U3A DIY Poetry Group



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Poem of the Day



 by Allan Cropper


It’s a topsy turvy kind of day

My head is in a spin

What’s down is up, what’s up is down

I’m neither out nor in

I’ll try on lots of outfits

and brush and style my hair

It’s a topsy turvy kind of day

but I don’t really care

It’s a muddily fuddily way I feel

My head is in a fog

I think I’ll put my runners on

and go out for a jog

I’ll race the other joggers

to see if I can win

It’s a muddily fuddily way I feel

but comfy in my skin

It’s a higgledy piggledy afternoon

My head is in a cloud

I think I’ll put my headphones on

Play music way up loud

I’ll dance around my bedroom

where no one else can see

It’s a higgledy piggledy afternoon

and that’s just fine with me


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Dinner venue

By Jenny Erlanger
Image courtesy of africa at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image courtesy of africa at FreeDigitalPhotos.net


We’re sitting on a picnic rug

beside our lemon tree.

We pass around the water jug

then start to eat our tea.

I’m staring at a Brussels sprout

with mounting discontent

When I suggested eating out

this wasn’t what I meant!



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Image courtesy of Rosemary Ratcliff at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Ocean Life

by Anna Jacobson


We scrabble over sun

warmed rocks and peer into

rock pools. Small crabs scuttle

sideways, sea anemones wave

and we climb on further- feet slip

in rubber thongs and we glimpse

a squishy sea cucumber, silkworm

soft. In another pool lies a blue starfish.

We race to the ocean to cool our skin,

water so clear we see a large bream flick

its tail and swim off into the depths.



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Elephants’ noses

 by Mike Lucas

Elephants’ noses just growses and growses

Till they’re trumpy and trunky and long.

They can smell gone off cheese on an African breeze

When it’s left in a fridge in Hong Kong.


They can wash twenty buses without too much fusses

And pick up a forest of trees.

Their trunks are so long, when a cold comes along

Then it takes them an hour to sneeze.


They can tie them in knots – lots of knots, lots and lots.

They can hang from the hills in Burrundi.

They can tell smells apart – if you give them a fart

They will know what you’ve eaten last Monday.


Elephants’ trunks are so useful, me thunks.

Much more useful than our little snozzles.

And when they are dead and we dig up their heads

They make far much more interesting fozzils.