‘One hump or two?’ by Jan Darling

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ONE HUMP OR TWO?

 

There are things not to ask when you go to the Zoo

Like how many animals, hundreds or few?

Like do you have tigers and lions that eat people?

And do your giraffes have to live in a steeple?

Do people-like monkeys swing through the trees

Do they all live in cages or out in the breeze.?

 

When you go to the Zoo they give you a guide

That tells how to find the ones that will hide

The cleverest creatures will give you the slip

Or if you’re too close they may give you a nip.

You have to walk slowly and take your time

Banging their cages is really a crime.

 

There are wild things all sizes and colours and hues

Creatures who only can live in our Zoos.

They’re from hot and cold climates all over the world

They have tails that are crooked, fluffy or curled.

My favourites of all are g’rillas and camels

‘Cos both of them are really big mammals.

 

Of everything mammal I’m most fond of the camel

They don’t seem to find that the hump is a trammel

Some camels have one hump and others have two

You’ll often find both of them guests in your Zoo.

Because they’re so tall they see over the wall

And into their neighbour’s adjacent stall.

 

But let’s talk of the camel whose top parts are hairy

The single-hump two-toed hoofed dromedary.

He has long legs and fat lips and looks very snouty

More snooty and haughty than modest and pouty

His hump is really a storeroom for fat

Which he turns into water – now how about that?

 

He’s adapted for desert and struts overland

That’s why he’s called a ship of the sand

Two rows of long lashes flutter over his eyes

And a third clear eyelid protects them from flies

There’s a real clever trick for when sand is blowing

He can close his nostrils to keep himself going.

 

He’s been used as a taxi, a car and a train

As a beast of burden, in sandstorm or rain ,

He donates to nature – this noble beast

Skin and wool to wear, milk and meat to feast.

He’s the Arabian camel, that handsome beast

Native North African, and Middle of East.

 

Now listen to this – I don’t want to faze ya

The Bactrian camels from central Asia –

They have two bumps – they’ve a double hump

But these camels have never been known to grump.

They’re sociable, useful, tidy, and witty

But occasionally also known to be spitty.

 

When two camels meet, in desert or street

They hasten to make their formal ‘greet’

With an eye on each other the greeting may go

Slow, while in their faces they blow.

After all this brotherly sharing of breath

They decide to be friends from now unto death.

 

Now hear a few facts ‘bout our humpy new friends

Pregnancy lasts fourteen months beforet ends

Mother births one, but occasionally twins,

And calves can be walking within thirty mins!

At two weeks of age, or during the third

Mother and baby return to the herd.

 

At seven our camels are ready to mate

They’re all grown up and at the right weight

They’ll size up their chance at the local dance

And off with their partners, a new life they’ll chance.

Sadly for us at ten years and seven

They’re usually called from duty to heaven.

 

Jan Darling

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‘Living Spagetti’ by James Aitchison

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Living spaghetti

 

Wriggle wriggle, squirm squirm,

Here comes a nice long worm.

Like spaghetti come to life,

What a busy earthworm!

 

Watch it slide and slither,

Oops, it’s in a dither.

Pick it up now if you dare,

Dangle it in the air.

 

Wriggle wriggle, squirm squirm,

Thank you, thank you, earthworm!

You let our soil grow good things,

Such a helpful earthworm!

 

James Aitchison

 

‘Possums in the Vegie Patch’ by Stephanie Boase

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Possums in the Vegie Patch.

 

Possums in the vegie patch!

Stealing radishes at night.

Pulling off the leaves

Munching, with all their might.

 

They didn’t like the basil much

But pick a leaf or two,

Nibbled juicy lettuce leaves,

Then found the radishes to chew.

 

They must have sent a message out

For friends to come around

And share the tasty radishes

They’d fortunately found.

 

A radish-feasting, possum party

Held at this address!

You’d think they’d clean up afterwards

And not leave such a mess!

Prompt #17 First line of a Children’s song

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Think of a children’s song. That’s the first line of your poem this week.

I am leaving later this week on our trip and all poems for the next month are scheduled. Thankyou to poets who have sent in poems for a spotlight during July. Others poems in the waiting room folder will be posted as well. The next prompt will be on Monday 6th of August and to give you the heads up it will be poems about food. That gives you plenty of time to think and write.

When I get coverage I will check emails and save poems sent in.

Please continue to share the site with others.

Please send prompt poems and any other poems to:

poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com

Cheers

Jeanie

And the quote for July:

 

‘The Girl Who Was a Bird’ by Jessica Nelson

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The Girl Who Was a Bird

 

When I was young

I wrote to a girl

(on an island far away)

Who drew her self-portrait

In cheap ballpoint pen:

A bird in a cage.

 

When I was young

I wrote to a girl

(on an island not so far)

Of my home and land

How I wished she was here:

The bird cried behind bars.

 

When I was young

I wrote to a girl

(She was brave and strong and true)

Who sang and cried in her cage

In a forgotten attic-space

As she watched the world pass.

 

When I was a woman

They opened the cage

Long enough for my friend

To spread stiff wings

To soar as songbirds should.

In the blue sky she left my sight.