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“Unbeatable Bananas” by Monty Edwards

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Unbeatable Bananas

 

Bananas are the perfect fruit –

I’m sure you must agree,

But even if they aren’t for you,

They surely are to me.

They beckon with their yellow skin

And brighten up my day,

A single zip and I am in

To eat without delay,

An orange on the other hand

Will take an age to peel;

Compare banana with its zip.

It’s really quite ideal.

 

Now you may think an apple best

And even eat its skin,

But you won’t want to eat it all

Since there’s a core within.

A juicy pear will be the same,

With core not nice to eat,

Bananas on the other hand

You can consume complete.

Not peaches though, or nectarines:

You soon will bite on stone!

But no banana breaks a tooth.

Bananas stand alone!

 

 

Just try to eat a pineapple,

If no-one’s there but you!

You certainly will need a knife:

A strong and sharp one too!

Before you even get to eat

You’ll need to cut some more,

Since you won’t want that prickly skin

Or eat the central core.

One fruit surely lead the way:

It’s soft, it’s quick, it’s sweet.

No fruit is more convenient,

Banana’s hard to beat!

 

“Great Grannie’s birthday gift” by Jenny Erlanger

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Great Grannie’s birthday gift

 

Great Grannie has a letter

from a star who’s never met her

and who wishes her the very, very best.

 

It’s really quite uncanny

that she wrote to our Great Nannie

but I know Great Nannie’s feeling pretty blessed.

 

We’re amazed (and who could blame us)

that an idol who’s so famous

was prepared to take this break from her routine.

 

And although I feel no malice,

I am just a little jealous

that Great Grannie’s got a letter from the queen.

“Spring has Sprung” by Toni Newell

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Spring Has Sprung

Spring has sprung,

Nests are made,

Vibrant colours,

Are on parade.

Birds are singing,

Their mating song,

Perfumed breeze,

Is swept along.

New growth,

Fragrant walks,

Grass growing,

On sidewalks.

Winter’s cold,

Now gone away,

The sun is warm,

A beautiful day.

Days are longer,

Lizard ‘Blue Tongue’,

Out of hibernation,

Spring has sprung.

 

“Spring Cycle” by James Aitchison

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Spring cycle

 

When winter leaves

Leaves grow again,

Again the buds of spring

Spring into life,

Life takes on a new meaning,

Meaning of course it’s spring.

 

Spring, when winter leaves

Leaves grow again,

Again the world is new,

New — and freshly scented,

Scented with flowers and hope,

Hope that trouble, like winter, leaves.

“Is Fake News Monkey-business?”  by Celia Berrell

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Is Fake News Monkey-business? 

 

Hurried

conclusions

and being

sensational.

Sometimes,

fake news

is skewing

our rationale.

 

No more

slow-plodding

on things

that are boring.

The dash

to get printed

or famously best,

means stunning

results might

have lied on

their tests.

 

Then doors,

opened hastily,

start

a calamity,

causing

confusion,

profusion

and mess!

 

“Spring” by Margaret Brazzale

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SPRING

The birds that  graced my garden through Winter’s cold

Now, melodically, spend their time

Calling for a mate among their kind

Or inspecting nest sites new and old.

Thus, has Spring’s renewal unfurled

In my small corner of the world.

**********

                                                            Margaret Brazzale

“A Street? Of Many Names“ by Toni Newell

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A Street? Of Many Names

 

Walking down a street,

It occurred to me,

Why was it called a Street?

The question bothered me.

So many different names,

For a thoroughfare,

Roads, Groves and Avenues,

Were examples to share.

Boulevards and Terraces,

The Drive and The Place,

Different names for much the same,

A carriageway or space.

A Court, Close and Cul-de-sac

Meaning, no through road,

Highway, Freeway, Motorway,

My mind’s in overload.

Esplanade and the Bend,

Parade and also Cove,

Heights and the Muse,

Of words a treasure trove.

The Crescent, Way and Alley,

Let’s not forget the Lane,

I’m sure I’ve missed a few,

I find this quite insane.

So many different words,

In essence mean the same,

Each word takes you somewhere,

But by a different name.

“DINOSAUR – CHAT” by Katherine Gallagher

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“Broomfield Park” by Katherine Gallagher

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Broomfield Park

 

A moorhen busies herself,

rocks this way and that

on a wave-washed nest.

 

Swans float in late afternoon chill,

shadows lengthen,

chestnut buds swell.

 

Forsythia trembles the breeze –

pastel-green willows barely move

dipping branch-tips into the lake.

 

Every year I wait for this –

first flowers, trees leafing

on sculpted branches,

 

reflecting in the water

their steadfast

cascades of green.

 

©Katherine Gallagher

“Spoon Villages” by Toni Newell

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Spoon Villages

 

Walking around my suburb,

I noticed we’d increased today,

In several streets there were villages,

Of spoon people on display.

 

Villages made by children,

Welcomed us all to view,

Some carried an invitation,

To add a spoon or two.

 

I thought it was a great idea,

A community on the verge,

Where there were no restrictions,

And visitors they did urge.

 

Spoons were brightly dressed,

Standing together as one,

I’m sure that all the children,

In creating the village had fun.

 

Helping children to cope,

Inspiring normality,

Embracing imagination,

Dealing with Covid reality.