ANTS
I was eating supper very late,
And chanced to look upon my plate,
A little black ant standing there,
Just about to share my fare.
I said to him “now listen mate,
I want you quickly off my plate”.
To ants one should not be so bold,
He’s brought back friends a hundred-fold.
Kookaburra sits
On a clothes line tall,
Carefully surveying
The urban sprawl.
Spying a movement
In the grass,
He swoops down swiftly.
Dinner at last!
Won’t you laugh kookaburra,
Laugh for me?
Your life is so much harder
Than it used to be.
Good Morning,
Thank you for the poems sent in recently . I am away on holidays, Long Service Leave, from the end of this week until after the long weekend in SA, the 11th of June. I have a selection of poems in the waiting room folder to call on. If you have a poem in your files you would like to send to me this week please do so.
The prompt for Monday the 10th of June is “My Pet”. Please send in humorous poems about your pet. If you don’t have one make up an imaginary pet. This gives you plenty of time to write and you can send them in any time before 11th of June. I will have Wifi while away and can save poems sent via email.
Thank you everyone
Send poems to poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com
Cheers
Jeanie
And today’s encouragement
A bite of a laugh…
On the patio last Thursday
l was cleaning the dust away
the chairs hadn’t been wiped for ages
and for this neglect I would pay.
My satisfied duster flicked over
each heavily soiled chair
as cobwebs flew like magic
through the warm and humid air.
A sudden sensation – a tickle –
a panic at ankle height
a tiny black menacing spider
had had more than its size in fright.
It wasn’t too happy about this
in fact it was mighty mad
so with lightning force it bit me
then hid in the nearest plant.
Who’d imagine a tiny black spider
could inflict such searing pain
I fell to the patio tiles
swore
never to dust again.
The pain in the ankle grew sharper
the skin turned light pink and then red
The doc she prescribed penicillin,
intoned in a voice that I dread,
“You will need to take fourteen days of it
or you just might end up
Mr. Squiggle: the man from the moon
Here’s Mr. Squiggle, with lots of puns for everyone
Here’s Mr. Squiggle, sing a tune from the moon
You can see with glee his home’s a mystery
Crater Crescent – his home on the moon.
Blackboard says, ‘upside-down, upside down’
‘Hurry-up, hurry-up,’ Easel frowns,
Steamshovel has a joke, Mr. Squiggle says, ‘soon’
‘Knock, knock,’ ‘I’m home on the moon’
Children write-in squiggles and tricky riddles
Mr. Squiggle solves scribbly dibbly scribbles
Pencils by his nose, everything he knows
He walks the moon with a happy lunar tune
