A Zooish Riddle by Monty Edwards

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A Zooish Riddle

 

Today I’m all excited ’cause we’re going to the zoo

And there’s something that we’ll see there that I’ll now describe to you.

Since it’s found throughout Australia you would hardly call it rare –

Live for long in any city and you’ll surely find one there.

 

Not so common in the country, but you still may see a few,

It’s no cuddly koala nor a bounding kangaroo.

Do not think of an echidna or a little bandicoot

This is something that you’ll never ever hear described as cute.

 

In appearance, on occasions, it’s been likened to a snake,

But it’s certainly not legless in the moves that it can make.

If you see a very large one, you will wish it wasn’t so,

Should it move along quite slowly, you may even see it grow!

 

You can rule out any reptile, bird or fish that comes to mind,

But I will not tease you further, that would really be unkind.

It’s a line. No, not a lion. There, I’ve given you a clue.

It’s a line of ticket buyers gaining entry through a queue!

Monty Edwards

Author comment: I found the array of spellings used to convey the final sound of “queue” quite remarkable and used several. Among them, the zoo provided a useful context for the poem, as aside from rhyming with the key word, the zoo is a familiar and positive experience for most children. Describing the queue as if an unnamed exhibit seemed a good way of arousing curiosity without compromising truth on the way to a surprise conclusion.

Words and Birds by Virginia Lowe

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Words and Birds

 

A queue of curious pelicans

A cue of queueious pelicans

The English language

Never ceases

To amaze

And amuse

 

Mother counted sixty four

swans and pelicans

on Lake Colac once

when I was a child

in the days

when the lake

was full

before

climate

change

hit.

Virginia Lowe

Virginia says: I wrote this poem for exactly the reasons given in the poem. The memory, and amusement at ‘curious’ and ‘queue’.

 

Pelicans by Bridh Hancock

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Pelicans

 

I have often seen these fine big birds,

Above the waves or in the sky,

Lords of the shores and the upper air.

They certainly know their worth, they do,

These fishers who seek a beak-full of fish.

 

They don’t say much, as I can tell,

But fisher-folk know them very well

As exceedingly skilful and persistent.

Oh yes, they know their worth, alright,

These seekers of stealth with a fondness for fish.

Bridh Hancock

 

 

Behind the Scenes by Jenny Erlanger

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Behind the scenes

 

We cannot see or hear them,

yet we know when each arrives.

We love them, hate or fear them

as we stumble through our lives.

 

They fire away like crazy

somewhere deep inside our brain.

They prod us when we’re lazy,

get us back on track again.

 

They don’t ask for permission

from the moment that we wake

to set out on their mission

to control the moves we make.

 

It may not live an hour

as its life is pretty short

but there’s no denying the power

of a solitary thought.

 Jenny Erlanger

Jenny says: I have always been fascinated by the capacity of a seemingly immaterial thought to create physical or emotional responses in human beings.

Queue by Sally Odgers

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Queue

 

Kudos to the queue – not cue

(for that’s a hint or hit for billiard ball)

Kudos to the queue – not coupe

(for that’s a shock surprise for city hall)

Kudos to the queue – not coo

(for that’s what doves and grannies tend to do)

Kudos to the queue – not Que

(For that’s a Tassie river … yes, it’s true!)

Kudos to the queue – you knew

This had to end and now the end is due

But kudos to the queue – a row

Of sailor’s hair or pelicans you know.

 Sally Odgers

 

A Reason to Rhyme by Monty Edwards

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A Reason to Rhyme

 

Must our poems rhyme

ALL the time?

No. Not so.

Don’t you know

Some verse is free

Like a fish in the sea?

But personally, I prefer my fish

Served on a regular dish

(With chips).

 Monty Edwards

Monty said: The poem is something of a joke at my own expense, since I find it difficult to break the rhyming habit, but sometimes the ideas in a poem refuse to yield to the constraints of rhyme. This is admitted by the final line of the poem.

A Spider’s Dilemma by Pat Simmons; Pillow Pet by Nadine Cranenburgh; Greedy Guts by Dianne Bates

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A Spider’s Dilemma

An arthritic arachnid with eight knobbly knees
Sought medical help for her painful disease.
Her doctor prescribed her with cream to rub in
But the problem was how and just where to begin!

 by Pat Simmons

 Pillow Pet

My old dog Spot
is hard to spot
when hiding in my bed

He’s found a spot
all soft and hot
curled underneath my head

By Nadine Cranenburgh
Nadine says: The aim was to include a word that has multiple meanings.

Greedy Guts

Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating his Christmas pie

He ate it all, every crumb.
‘What’s for seconds?’
he asked his mum.

by Dianne Bates

Trying Times by Pat Simmons

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Trying Times

 

Please tidy your room Tim,

I’ve asked you ten times.

Can’t it wait ‘til tomorrow

I’m solving some crimes?

 

I’m tired of asking,

Now do as I say.

Two seconds Mum, promise,

I’m still on e-bay.

 

That’s it Tim, I’ve had it,

I’m coming to look!

Give me a minute Mum

I’m on Facebook.

 

I’m tired of texting you,

Open this door.

Now I’m doing my homework

Mum, don’t be a bore.

 

I’m coming in Timmy,

I’ve had quite enough.

I’m opening the door Tim,

I’m tired of your guff.

 

Good grief, your room’s tidy.

And Tim, you’re not here.

No I’m texting from Tom’s place.

Ha ha mother dear!

 Pat Simmons

Driftwood by Sioban Timmer

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Driftwood

 

He walks the beach

Collecting driftwood

Calm carries on the sea air,

Hunks of timber now distressed.

Turned by the lathing waves of the salted expanse

 

How enduring they are,

So far from their green beginnings

He inhales and smiles

As the breath escapes he muses

I guess we have a lot in common

 

He will take them in

Find new life in their random forms

They are a seaside distraction

A salty breeze on city days in his urban garden

Serenity obtained in a memory of beachcombing

 Sioban Timmer

Sioban says: I like how this poem has a sense of textures – wood, sand, water and the effect that they have on each other.

A Good Square Meal by Kate O’Neil

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