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A Goat Afloat by Pat Simmons

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A Goat Afloat

I wear a silver collar, I’m a rather special goat.

Hooves firmly planted on the ground, but once I was afloat.

‘A goat afloat?’ I hear you say.

It’s true. Ask Captain Cook.

Twice I’ve sailed around the world.

I’d like to write a book

 

Called

Memoirs of my life at sea

Jottings by a goat

The good the bad the ugly facts

Of life upon a boat.

 

Well, all right, ships,

Let’s get it right

Named

Dolphin and Endeavour

And with respect, I must say this,

I really hope I never set hoof again on either one.

Three years was long enough.

Giving milk for all that time quite frankly dears was tough.

 

Smelly sheep and smelly hens, smelly cattle too,

Smelly cats and smelly dogs

And very smelly crew.

Snow and storms and slippery decks, fresh grass in short supply.

No other goats for company to help the time pass by.

 

But now I’m home and quite well known

(My story’s in the press)

Enjoying my retirement, free from stormy seas and stress.

 

I wear a silver collar, I’m a rather special goat.

Hooves firmly planted on the ground, but once I was afloat.

Pat Simmons

 

 

 

 

 

Lying on the Beach by Monty Edwards

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One day I saw a bottle that was lying on the sand.

I asked: “Why are you lying?” Then I grabbed it with my hand.

The bottle made no answer and it gave a glassy stare:

It clearly felt it had a right to spend time lying there.

I saw a drip form on its lip and thought it was a tear,

Which seemed to say: “Just go away and leave me lying here.”

But I’d been taught that lying was a serious sort of sin,

So straight away, without delay, the liar went in the bin!

 

The Unhappy Astronaut by Monty Edwards

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The astronaut was angry. He was clearly not amused.

He spooned his soup from pot to bowl, but seemed a bit confused.

Though landing near the launch pad, he had fallen in a puddle!

This left his spacesuit shrunken and his maps an awful muddle.

Then, when he told the others who’d been in a different craft,

They thought his “trip” was quite a joke and all of them just laughed.

 

 

Jazz by Jeanie Axton

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I looked down at the dishwasher

And there I saw

A furry head with her tongue

In the door

She was licking away

And before I knew

All the dishes

Looked brand new

The plates were sparkling

Knives and forks shining

Mans best friend

Full from dining

She sat there contented

Licking her feet

Her eyes asked the question

What’s next to eat?

RIP Jazz 2005-2017

A Small Dilemma by JR Poulter

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THE SUN AND ME by Jaz Stutley

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The sun finds a hole in a cloud.

It shines on me.

‘Why on me?’ I say to the sun.

‘Because you’ve just begun.’

‘Mummy says I am three.’

‘That’s fine,’ says the sun,

‘You’ve just begun. Not me.’

I look at the sun, I can hardly see –

It’s so big and shiny and proud.

I am proud to be three

With a shine that is mine.

I smile like the sun

It’s fine.

Pet Wish by Celia Berrell

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Our neighbour has a little dog.

A cute white fluffy puppy.

It growls and howls both day and night.

Alone, it’s never happy.

 

A well-loved dog is like a friend

who keeps us company.

We’ll both play games and go for walks.

That’s how it’s meant to be.

 

I wish our neighbour’s puppy-dog

was well-cared-for like that.

No time to spend with doggy friend …

then maybe get a cat?

 

Nature’s Colourful Preferences by Bridh Hancock

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 “Blue and green should not be seen

Without a colour in between;

And as for the clash of green and red,

Enough, I am sure, has now been said”;

But who will give this wisdom to Nature?

Or bravely try to correct the Creator?

 

Life on earth is so much richer

For its clash of colours; this a feature of

Identity, movement, and time passing; of

Family, food, and enemies pausing.

 

Blue & green and green & red

Are seen in life and everywhere,

From the depth of the oceans

To out among the stars.

What profusion and confusion of colours !

 

But this procedure is not wise

When we classify people by their shape and size,

And by the colour of their unclad skin:

That shows an intellect dismal and thin.

 

Let blue and green be seen in the sunlight;

And red and green go dancing as one.  Right !

 

Bridh Hancock

 

Samuel Emanuel by Julie Dascoli

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 Samuel Emanuel didn’t like much.

Samuel Emanuel wouldn’t eat lunch.

He refused to eat his toast,

And the thing he hates the most,

Is the healthy cheesy sandwich in his lunch box.

  

Samuel Emanuel didn’t like much.

Samuel Emanuel didn’t eat lunch.

He didn’t like to wash his hair,

Or indeed to ever share,

And when bedtime comes at night

He’s hiding outside.

  

Samuel Emanuel didn’t like much.

Samuel Emanuel wouldn’t eat lunch.

He doesn’t like to pack his toys,

And he’s mean to other boys,

And when dad says time for home

He’s on the rooftop.

 

Samuel Emanuel’s dad was getting sad.

Samuel Emanuel’s dad was going mad.

He threw a tanty on the floor,

And banged his head upon the door.

When Samuel he saw this he was so shocked!

 

Samuel Emanuel didn’t like much,

Samuel Emanuel wouldn’t eat lunch.

When he saw his dad so mad,

And he started feeling bad.

He decided it was time to STOP IT NOW!

 

Samuel Emanuel didn’t ask much,

Samuel Emanuel ate his whole lunch.

He was happy to eat toast,

And the thing he likes the most

Is the healthy, cheesy sandwich in his lunch box.

 

 

 

Our Budgies by Alessandra Liverani

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Our pretty budgies love to chatter
Oh how they love a little natter
It’s no good asking for some peace
They keep on talking, never cease

Maybe they’re saying their name in Latin
Melopsittacus undulates, they’re chanting
Or possibly how hot’s the weather
And wonderfully cooling, to fluff their feathers

They may be talking of the crow outside
And laughing at his big backside
Or simply rejoicing at being alive
To wake up cheery at half past five.