There once was a girl who ate chips
and anything else near her lips.
She soon grew so wide
from the junk food inside
that she caused a full solar eclipse!

There once was a girl who ate chips
and anything else near her lips.
She soon grew so wide
from the junk food inside
that she caused a full solar eclipse!
Four little spidermen,
Climbing up the wall,
Who can climb the highest,
Without taking a fall.
It’s just a phase,
An episode,
A rebellious turn,
Part of the road.
It’s just a stage,
The youths are idle,
Unexpected –
You’ve lost the bridle,
Then you screech
“If I’ve told you once…”
The same old speech…
Like talking to the fence.
Suspended talk, mid litany –
You take a long, deep breath.
Then comes this weird epiphany,
And you storm off down the street!
Five hours later you reappear,
The family’s really missed you.
“We’re starving…” Yes – they make it clear,
Unplugging from their gadgets.
They tear away from cyberspace,
Reality’s for ancients.
But then they see you sitting there,
All calm – relaxed and quiet.
“Mum! What’s happened to your hair?
It really looks a riot!”
You deal a punk rock “I’m so cool” stare,
More striking than your monologue.
A flashback to those teenage years –
Rebellion seems a distant fog.
“Now listen…” And there’s not a sound,
Then the stylus hits the vinyl…
The record spins around and round,
Rebellion – punk revival.
Birds Eye View
Sitting on a branch up high,
In the Serengeti plain,
I spot a giraffe and her calf,
Crossing the dry terrain.
As a bird of prey,
They’re of little interest to me,
However, the calf looks hilarious,
He’s as funny as funny can be.
Galloping with an earnest face,
Long hair straight in the air,
I haven’t ever seen that before,
So, I thought I just might share.
Gum boots when it’s raining
Sports shoes when I’m training
Sparkly shoes for dancing
Riding boots for prancing
Sandals for a summer’s day
High heeled shoes for dress up play
Then sadly comes that time of year
When Mum says, ‘Let’s go shopping dear.
Your feet keep growing, time to choose
A nice new pair of (yuk!) School Shoes.’
Dandy dinosaurs dancing
Dreamy dinosaurs drinking
Dexterous dinosaurs dinking
Dainty dinosaurs dazzling
Devilish dinosaurs diving
Dozy dinosaurs dallying
Delicate dinosaurs dawdling
I’m a biker. I’m a hiker
and I love acrylic lycra.
I’m specific that acrylic
is the lycra that I like
for especially when biking
it is greatly to my liking
to be free to frisk and frolic
when I reach somewhere idyllic
and I get down from my bike.
And lycra that’s acrylic,
when the heat is diabolic,
just wicks away the wet
so there’s never trickling sweat
to upset the mood euphoric
when I reach a place bucolic
on a long laborious hike.
… or a day-trip on my bike.
That’s why acrylic lycra’s what I like.
My kite’s caught in a tree.
I don’t think that I’ll be getting it down.
If I climbed up and my foot slipped
I could hurt myself when I hit the ground.
It cost a pretty penny. It was worth it all I guess
because the time when it was flying is the time I call ‘best’
My kite’s caught in the tree.
You can watch it now as it flaps in the wind.
So it’s more or less like a flag these days
of a country where I once was king.
It cost a pretty penny. It was worth it all I guess
because the time when it was flying is the time I call ‘best’
I can see it in my mind as it was lifted to the sky.
I could feel it pull away as it started on its rise.
My kite’s caught in a tree
but one day I think that I might get it back.
And it might be faded and it may be torn
but I’m pretty sure I’ll be right with that.
It cost a pretty penny. It was worth it all I guess
because the time when it was flying is the time I call ‘best’
A snail once heard the story
Which is very often told:
“If you reach a rainbow’s ending,
You will find a pot of gold!”
This idea was most appealing,
(Since the snail was very poor)
And it left him with a feeling
That he couldn’t quite ignore.
Every day when it was raining,
But the clouds began to clear,
He would scan the sky for rainbows
In the hope one would appear.
Then at last he thought he saw one
In the garden hothouse glass!
To the spot he slowly hurried
Streaking silver through the grass.
But oh, what disappointment,
When he reached that special place!
For of golden coins or treasure,
He discovered not a trace.
As he turned to leave, discouraged,
Something caught his tearful eye
And a potted gold chrysanthemum
Proved the story was no lie.
The Ballad of Molly Malloo: Part 3
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“Failed? Not at all,” declared Molly, “you see,
I thought that would happen. It’s time for Plan B.”
“Call in your family – get them around. They can help clear all my dung off the ground. Invite all the rellies. Invite the whole bunch. Go tell ‘em they’re welcome to join us for lunch.” |
So, the dung beetle sent out the word to his clan, And in dropped his mum and his dad and his gran, His brothers and sisters and, last but not least, A whole troop of cousins from way over east, And they all set about tucking into the feast.
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Those dung beetles gobbled up cowpats galore,
Speedily scoffing a hundred or more, Scrunching and slurping, munching and burping, Until Molly’s paddock was clean of manure. |
Meanwhile…
Those cows, you’ll remember them, Jane and Lorraine, Were watching from over the fence, with disdain. They jibed and they jeered. They snickered and sneered, Calling out, cruelly, “Hey Molly, you’re weird! Why do you hang out with those horrible critters? They’re gross. They’re repulsive. They give us the jitters.”
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But Molly Malloo, with a gleam in her eyes,
Just smiled at them sweetly, for there in the skies Over Stringybark Downs came the drone of a zillion dung-seeking… |
FLIES! |
“Aghhhhh!” Those sisters on their faces wore a look of sheer surprise, As they attempted everything to shoo those pesty flies. Their legs they kicked. Their tails they flicked. They hurled themselves around, Twisting, twirling, swishing, swirling, Writhing on the ground. They jiggled, wriggled, bucked and bumped. Then in the muddy creek they jumped… Kasplosh! |
Oh, diddums! What a cowlamity!
Bedraggled and forlorn the sisters stood, bedecked in muck, When just from over yonder came the rumble of a truck.
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They hollered in horror, “Alas and alack.
The farmer is wending his way down the track. Which cows will he pick? Which heifers will go In his truck to The Stringybark Downs Country Show?” Now, the air in their paddock was really abuzz And their panic was starting to grow. |
“I cannot take you,” moaned the farmer to Jane, “Your hide is all slobbered in slime.” And then to Lorraine, he was heard to complain, “Your horns are all smothered in grime. The pair of you pong and you’re covered in flies. You’ve absolute Buckley’s of winning a prize.”
The farmer lamented, “What am I to do?” And that’s when he noticed her… “Molly Malloo? Good golly Miss Molly, there’re no flies on you!”
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“You’re glossy and shiny. Your hide is pristine.
Your horns are resplendent. Your tail is so clean. It seems a small miracle here has occurred, And now I can see you’re the belle of the herd. Your carriage awaits – hop aboard and let’s go, Off to The Stringybark Downs Country Show.” The truck started up and then Molly said…
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“No!”
Molly Malloo knew just what to do. She felt in her heart that it had to be true. When she looked at the beetles her happiness grew. “My dears,” declared Molly, “I cannot leave you.”
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“I don’t need The Show. I’m staying right here.”
And the dung beetles gave her a rapturous cheer, “Hooray for Miss Molly! Our Cow of the Year!”
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In Stringybark Downs you could hear the sweet sound
Of friends full of frolicsome laughter. And Molly Malloo, with her dung busting crew, lived happily there…heifer after.
THE END |