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‘Pat’s Cafe’’ by Chris Owen

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Pat’s Café

Have you heard about this restaurant? They call it Pat’s Café,

It’s famous for its specialties like ‘Dungball of the Day’,

The punters flock from far afield to try the bolognaise,

Made from the finest cow manure and slurry mayonnaise.

 

They do a lovely paddock pie (the critics all agree),

That’s cooked from fresh ingredients they grow organically,

And for the connoisseur there’s much to make them lick their lips,

Like cowpat flavoured fizzy-pop with battered dung and chips,

 

But the top dish on the menu simply has to be a scoop,

Of dung ice-cream and sprinkles with a giant squirt of poop.

Yes, Pat’s Café gets rave reviews from diners in the know,

There’s nowhere else that dung beetles with taste would rather go.

Chris Owen 2018

‘Autumn Elegy’ by Monty Edwards

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Autumn Elegy

Autumn leaves come tumbling down:

Orange, yellow, shades of brown;

Sun-dried, shaken, lost their grip:

Sailing breeze-borne like a ship;

Tossing, tacking, left and right:

Unpredictable their flight;

Watch them wander down the street, 

Where in huddled heaps they meet;

Left behind their mother tree:

Weeping still as each floats free.

Monty Edwards

‘Pirate Pussy’ by Ron Marsh

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PIRATE PUSSY

There was a pirate pussy cat 

Who sailed the Spanish Main,

His ship it wore a pirate flag 

In hail,or sun or rain.

And when he caught a galleon 

As buccaneers will do,

He took up all the gems and gold 

And cast away the crew.

 

Then when he sailed back into port,

With his ill-gotten prize,

He threw a great big party 

with cakes and sweets and pies.

 

This pirate’s name was Blacky Patch,

He had white feet and tail to match.

He ruled his crew,as hard as nails,

And did not spare the nine ‘o’ tails. 

 

One day the King’s fine sailing ships 

Caught up with Blackie Patch.

The fired their guns while on the run,

And Blackie’s were no match.

His ship went down and all were drowned,

The pirates were dispatched.

–

Ron Marsh is 79 years old and has just taken up writing poetry

 

‘Twelve Thousand CC’s’ by Margaret Pearce

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TWELVE THOUSAND C.C.’S

 

He was a macho man

With speed man dreams.

He darned his leathers

With barbed wire seams.

 

He parted his beard

On the outside lane

And cleaned his teeth

With the sprocket chain

 

He lusted for the bike

Of his speed man dreams.

Double carbarettors

And twelve thousand c.c’s

 

He’d pay without woe 

He needed his butt

On a bike with go

On an engine with gut.

 

For that ultimate thrill

With death defying skill

Double carbarettors

And twelve thousand c.c.’s

 

Busted and ageing,

The biker kept raging

The oil kept seeping

And his life blood leaking.

 

‘I possessed the machine’

Gasped the macho man

‘With the speedy routine.

‘I don’t give a damn

 

My bike and I

With death defying skill

Will ride hell’s roads

For that ultimate thrill.’

–

Margaret Pearce

‘When the Parrot was Silent’ by J.R. Poulter

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When the Parrot was Silent.  by J.R.Poulter 

 

“Twitter, twitter”, said the birds, 

Perched outside upon a ledge,

“The wizard’s conjuring with words, 

Some are wise and some absurd.

Tell us parrot what you’ve heard?”

 

Parrot, on his perch all day,

Hadn’t very much to say

But was noisy anyhow.

Parrot made a frightful row!

Showed off to his birdie friends.

Till the wizard hit wits END!

 

Parrot through the cage bars peaked,

Saw the wizard’s wand go, “TWEAK!”

Opened wide his beak to SQUAWK,

Found he could no longer talk!

Moral is, when wizards speak,

Wise birds seek but to be taught,

Say not a word unless it’s sought…

 

‘The knitters’ club’ by Jeanie Axton

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The knitters’ club

 

Eight year olds

With needles in hand

Wool under arms

A little craft band

Sit in a circle

At lunch break

On the oval

Life is great

This craft of old

It will never die

With these mini grannies

Knitting on high.

’Wish for wings’ by Stephanie Boase

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Wish for wings

Oh, little bird

Sitting in the tree,

Why do you sit there

Looking at me?

 

The sun is shining

The air is clear.

Is that another bird’s

Song you hear?

 

You cock your head 

And listen with care.

Then flutter away,

 Soft wings, on air.

 

I wish that I 

had wings like you

To glide on the breeze 

Through the sky so blue.

’Family photo’ by Stephanie Boase

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Family photo

Brush your teeth

Comb your hair

Dress up smart

To look the part

Gather together

Re-arrange

Bunch up tight 

Now, move apart

Pick up the children

Brush off the dirt

Everyone still…

This won’t hurt.

Oh no,

Here comes a sneeze!

Look at the camera

‘Smiling please.’

Camera 

Flash 

Toilet dash

‘Dinner time!’

Adults chime.

Just one more

CLICK

“That’s a take!”

All the children celebrate.

Lolly bribes have worked a treat.

Now,

Let’s all go out to eat!

Possums in the Veggie Patch by Stephanie Boase

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Possums in the Veggie Patch

 

Possums in the veggie patch!

Stealing radishes at night.

Pulling off the leaves

Munching with all their might.

 

They didn’t like the basil much

But picked 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!

–

Stephanie Boase