Curiosities by Allan Cropper

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Curiosities

I wonder if a spider looks

upon his own leg hair

And wonders what he’d look like if

he shaved his eight legs bare

Would he walk upon a cat walk…

Hmm – a spider on a cat?

I’m not sure that the fashion world

is quite ready for that

 

I wonder if a platypus

would contemplate his tail

How when he swims, behind him there’s

a paddle that will trail

Would he swap it for a tail that is

more pleasing to the eye?

Or opt to go without one – ‘Frogs

don’t have one, why should I?’

 

I wonder if an elephant

Regrets his long grey nose

At least when it is itchy he

can scratch it with his toes

Perhaps it gives him character

And makes him feel quite bold

It must be pretty messy though

when he contracts a cold

 

I wonder if a porcupine

would sharpen up his quills

They must be pretty handy when

comes time for filing bills

Just pay them at the counter and

then stick them on a spike

In alphabetic order, or

date order if you like

 

Do you think that dolphins ever

look at us and cry

Always stuck in water while we

have both land and sky

I think that they could play guitar

or even play the drums

If they were born with hands and fingers

with opposing thumbs

 

I wonder if most people would

Prefer a different life

Choose to live more wild and free

less worry and less strife

As busy as a beaver or

as happy as a clam

For me I’m quite content to be

the poet that I am

Allan Cropper

 

Do Not Disturb by Irene Buckler

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D  O     N O T    D I S T U R B

 

I feel impatient to begin my quest

My card is clutched tightly to my chest,

As I enter this place where ideas reside

This amazing space wherein worlds can collide:

The past, the present and future days –

In a profusion of factual and fictional ways

 

I feel a hunger, but I must explain

The urge I have is to feed my brain

With words and images that intertwine

To create an experience, uniquely mine:

Be it action, adventure, romance or mystery,

Fantastic or funny or all about history

 

I feel the need, the need to read

And in this library, I shall succeed

I will peruse those books that catch my eye

And I will choose just one to take aside

Then I warn you, in case you have not heard

I am longing to read – so do not disturb!

 

Irene Buckler

Ho Kookaburra by Katherine Gallagher

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Ho Kookaburra

 

Ho Kookaburra

can’t sing a note –

 

all of his songs

get caught in his throat.

 

Ho Ho Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha,

it sounds easy but it’s not

 

as he scrapes and cackles, saws away,

it’s the only song he’s got.

 

It’s enough to make you laugh –

that’s the one thing he can do…

 

Try to copy him – Ho Ho Ho Ho

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ho Ho Ho Ho

 

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ho Ho Ho –

your sides will shake in two.

Katherine Gallagher

 

If I Were a Kid by Jane Williams

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If I were a kid

If I were a kid

instead of a child

I’d call Mum, Nanny

and I’d be wild!

 

A wild non-child

never keeping still

I’d nibble her handbag

then run for the hills.

 

If I were a kid

and not just a child

I’d call Dad, Billy

and I’d be wild!

 

A wild non-child

always butting in

I’d kick up a fuss,

and wear a silly grin

 

But I am what I am,

and that’s all I can be

except on those days

when it’s plain to see…

 

The child in the kid.

The kid in the child.

Each a little bit tame,

Each a little bit wild!

 Jane Williams

Icy Fruit by Anna Jacobson

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Icy Fruit

 

On a stinking hot day in grade four,

our teacher read us a poem
about icy watermelon.

 

She tormented us with its words.

Sweat ran down

our backs—

 

we groaned, thinking

of the cold fruit in our hands,

the juice running down our chins.

 

Instead we sat cross-legged

on the itchy carpet floor,

gathering pins and needles.

 

Anna Jacobson

The Dugong by Kristina Hoy

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The Dugong

 

swish, swish, chomp

swish, swish, chomp

 

the gentle dugong

grazed slowly on the grass

fronds waving in the sea

water clear as glass

 

swish, swish, chomp

swish, swish, chomp

 

bristled snout aquiver

surrounded by this lunch

roughened lips are ready

to grasp and crunch and munch

 

swish, swish, chomp

swish, swish, chomp

 

six long minutes pass

tummy full of greens

the timid herbivore

sticks snout above to breathe

 

woooosh

 

“Is that a… ?”

 

“shhhhhhh!”

 

safe back underwater

grass plentiful to chew

this quiet dugong

finds a home in the Ningaloo

 

swish, swish, chomp

swish, swish, chomp

 

© Kristina Hoy

A Hairy Problem by Jenny Erlanger

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A Hairy Problem

 

If she hadn’t asked what

she should do with the knot

that was causing her terrible trouble

she’d be sitting right there

with a full head of hair

and not running her fingers through stubble.

I’d requested she sit

while I looked at the bit

that she said always tangles and frizzes

and I have to confess

I’ve created a mess.

I should never have picked up the scissors.

 

©  Jenny Erlanger

Do Not Disturb by Irene Buckler

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D  O     N O T    D I S T U R B

 

I feel impatient to begin my quest

My card is clutched tightly to my chest,

As I enter this place where ideas reside

This amazing space wherein worlds can collide:

The past, the present and future days –

In a profusion of factual and fictional ways

 

I feel a hunger, but I must explain

The urge I have is to feed my brain

With words and images that intertwine

To create an experience, uniquely mine:

Be it action, adventure, romance or mystery,

Fantastic or funny or all about history

 

I feel the need, the need to read

And in this library, I shall succeed

I will peruse those books that catch my eye

And I will choose just one to take aside

Then I warn you, in case you have not heard

I am longing to read – so do not disturb!

 

© Irene Buckler

Lilli Black Swan by Katherine Gallagher

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LILLI BLACK SWAN

 

Lilli Black Swan

takes her time,

swims and dips

in water and slime.

 

She likes to glide

and is never topsy-turvy.

Is it just because

the water’s so curvy?

 

© Katherine Gallagher

 

Two Thoughts for Paulina and Will by Anne Bell

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TWO THOUGHTS FOR PAULINA AND WILL

1

The seamstress sea edges the beach

with a trim of lace,

then quickly takes it back again

to sew white ruffles on the breaking waves.

2

There can be no finer meal than this —

fish-and-chips on a sunlit beach

with you–

and just a pinch of sand.

© Anne Bell