On the top of Wanton Hill,

Surrounded by the herd,

Stood Molly Moo the calf,

Appearing quite absurd.

She had brambles on her head,

And burrs on her tail,

And if not mistaken,

She was looking rather pale.

Molly sought her mother,

To get her help, attention,

Mother looked and laughed,

At poor Molly’s situation.

She removed the burrs slowly,

Causing little pain,

Then removed the brambles,

Molly Moo free once again.

Without the humble busy bee,
We'd have a lot less things to eat.
They pollinate the fruit on trees,
They help to make strawberries sweet.

Tomatoes grow because of bees,
And big fat happy pumpkins too.
Melons, lemons, broccoli, squash —
No wonder bees have lots to do!

Stick insects are so very thin
Yet still insist on shedding skin
And even when they grow much bigger
Will maintain their sylph-like figure.

Don’t mess
with those bombardier beetles
gathered in groups
in a world of woods.
This warning’s for ants,
frogs and people:
THEY’RE HIDING A CANNON
INSIDE THEIR CABOOSE!

This chamber of secrets?
A chemistry lab,
cooking up bombs
in their abdomen.
Steaming-hot acid,
fired out in zaps.
Toxic and boiling,
again and again.

They’ll twist round their torsos
well enough
to aim at whatever
caused them to huff.
But their tail-end skin
must be really tough …
or their rears would be hurting
when squirting that stuff!
Bombadier Beetle

https://www.wired.com/2014/05/absurd-creature-of-the-week-bombardier-beetle/

I have a praying mantis,
I keep it for a pet;
It dances on my hand,
A funny minuet.

But out in our back garden,
I like to watch it catch
Lots of harmful insects,
And guard our vegie patch.

Good Morning

As we are on school holidays the site will be in recess until 12/10.

However, please continue to send in poems that can be scheduled in as needed.

Heres one for today to encourage us all to write.

Regards

Jeanie