“Alpaca’s On Watch” by Andrew Carter

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Alpaca’s On Watch

 

Al Paca’s family is keen to observe

Farmer Pat’s cat, sitting undisturbed.

A quiet pussycat – without the hissing fit

Doesn’t spook alpacas – sometimes they spit.

 

She sits on the fence with feline finesse

Unblinking, purring, her name is Tess.

Tess watches too, so nothing’s amiss

On farmer Pat’s farm it is heavenly bliss.

 

Al Paca hums to keep his family calm

They respond in kind; Tess means no harm.

She sits like a queen, a creature of love

Never blinking an eye, heavens above.

 

Al Paca is tallest of these lookalike Llamas

He’s the father near the left in lighter pyjamas.

The fur is worth more than a culled herd for meat

Alpacas are lucrative – for fibre hard to beat.

 

 

Unlike Llamas which are larger working beasts

They’re not eaten like venison – dearest of feasts.

Alpacas weigh the same as a tasty deer

Yet Alpacas are rarely eaten, have no fear.

“Hidden Writing” by Andrew Carter

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Hidden Writing

 

Some write with pleasure since young,

Some find writing homework a chore.

Some don’t write much at all

Or, write later in life when they’re bored.

Writing is a hidden gift for some,

Late bloomers are like a late flowering flower

Some are just blooming late,

having doubts from the start until,

they finish with flourishing power.

“Today” by Andrew Carter

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Today I saw a farmyard: tractor, trees, windmill, shed, silo, and a scarecrow grin.
Today I felt the sun’s bright warmth on my face and the scenery made me glad.
Today I smelled dog, cow, horse, and donkey pooh – oh no – a doggy broke wind.
Today I heard geese gaggle, chicks trill, black and white sheep bleat – ‘baaaad.’
Today I tasted dust and country life, driving a red tractor over grass unthinned.
Today I sensed this is the work, this is the way for me – and a future to be had…

“Shine Moon” by Andrew Carter

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Shine Moon

 

Rats race to the moon for the biggest piece of cheese

Fat rats fly on upward on a perilous lunar mission

Flying on rocketing clouds their tails stiff in the breeze

They no not what will come of their loony decision.

 

Earths plagued by starving rats begging food to eat

A fragile globe is spoiledkilled for meat of beasts.

Ratus ratus moves to the moon in a rocket ship fleet

Hoping science will provide more than cheese for feasts.

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Only one man lives on the moonone Mister Scribbly Dibbler

He plays a mystery moony tune – on a silvery harmonica

Snorts some moonshine whiskey; what a rhymey riddler

His origins remembered from forbears in Thessalonica.

 

Mr Scribble scribbles a riddle deep inside a crater

Isn’t science fun? Will we see you later?

“Mobility Ability” by Andrew Carter

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Mobility Ability

 

Milk bottle lids are truly tops

For all the haves and have nots.

3D printed hands – picture the vision

Prosthetic limbs now fit with precision.

 

Milk bottle lids benefit other kids

From overseas – here at home as well.

Farmers need sales; let’s milk these lids

A million saved already – see them swell.

 

Lids for 3D printing – what a fundraiser

For people needing hands, we can save ya!