Harvey’s Escape by Edel Wignell

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Harvey’s Escape

Based on the reported escape of a bouncing, squat, Staffordshire bull-terrier by trampolining over the back fence of his yard. (‘Odd Spot’, The Age, Melbourne, 16 June 2008)

 

Harvey liked to jump and bounce upon the trampoline

With frisky owners, little Bob, and teenage girl, Noreen.

He jumped and bounced, and bounced and jumped, steadily getting weary-er,

‘Come on, boy! Keep it up! Jumping’ll make you merrier!’

Exhausting Harvey, the bouncing, squat, Staffordshire bull-terrier.

 

Next day their mother called as they merrily bounced on the trampoline,

‘Come on kids! Come and say “Hello” to your Aunt Doreen!’

While Harvey bounced alone, his eyes were staring – getting bleary-er,

The day was hot, the sun so fiercely shining – becoming glary-er,

Blinding Harvey, the bouncing, squat Staffordshire bull-terrier.

 

Mum came out. ‘Get off, Harvey! Get off the trampoline!

The kids have gone with Aunt Doreen – please don’t make a scene.

Jump down! Rest! Good dog, Harvey! Now you’re looking cheerier.’

She went inside. Then, sitting there, soon the fencing barrier

Inspired Harvey, the bouncing, squat, Staffordshire bull-terrier.

 

‘Escape, escape!’ The dog jumped back and bounced on the trampoline.

‘I’ve thought of a marvellous way to fly and escape from this prison scene.’

He left the yard, propelled on high by a bounce upon his derriere,

Over the fence he flew, then tumbled, falling through the wisteria –

Freedom for Harvey, the bouncing, squat, Staffordshire bull-terrier.

 

Across a park and into a forest, goodbye to the trampoline.

Two people appeared, offering choice and both were smiling and keen.

‘Come with me, pick berries for market – I am the local berrier.’

‘Come with me, ride on the ferry – I am the local ferrier.’

‘Alternate days!’ barked Harvey, the bouncing, squat, Staffordshire bull-terrier.

 

 

By Edel Wignell

 

The Library Door by Edel Wignell

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THE LIBRARY DOOR

 

The door to the library is a wardrobe door

Opening to Narnia, magic and more.

To Wonderland with Alice, open the gate,

Skip through the Looking Glass – adventures wait.

Thrill to the Hobbit and the wondrous Ring,

Be there to watch the Return of the King.

With Toad of Toad Hall, Ratty and Mole,

Explore green River Banks – a waterside stroll.

The terror of Earthsea, its dragons and wizard,

A shadow-beast, evil, with dangerous vizard.

In the Midnight Garden, when the clock in the hall

Strikes thirteen, a ghost will call.

Behind wood panelling and under your feet

Is the home of the Borrowers whom you’ll meet.

The door to the library is a wardrobe door

Opening to Hogwarts, Harry and more.

 

by Edel Wignell

The Australian Society of Authors ©

 

First published in The Dragoner, No. 2, 2006, Newsletter of the Dromkeen Dragons,

Victoria, Australia

Doctor! by Edel Wignell

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       Doctor!

 

‘Doctor, doctor, doctor,

I feel awfully like a goat.’

The doctor said, ‘Let’s see,’

As he put on his coat.

He tapped my head and, startled,

Said, ‘Two horns are hid!

How long have they been there?’

‘Since I was a kid.’

(Illus. Doctor peering at small horns among the hair on the head.)

 

‘Doctor, doctor, doctor,

I feel dreadfully like a cat.’

‘Hop up on the chair

And we’ll have a little chat.’

‘I’m not allowed to climb

On table, chair or couch.’

‘I heard a “Mia-ow”, I’m sure!’

‘All I said was “Ouch!”‘

(Illus. Doctor pressing tongue down and peering at the throat.)

 

© Edel Wignell

 

 

Waiting for a Feast by Edel Wignell

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Waiting for a Feast

 

The seal is ready

To plunge and grip its prey;

Waits for a penguin to emerge,

But it dives deep

And escapes in the surge.

 

The spider squats

In a web – sticky and strong;

Waits patiently for a bee,

But it darts aside,

Zooms, and is free.

 

The python is poised,

Ready to loop its coils;

Waits for a grazing deer,

But it leaps away

In a dash of fear.

 

© Edel Wignell

Walk! by Edel Wignell

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Walk!

 

Perhaps you’ve tried a jaunty stride,

A country romp, a city stomp.

Do your legs swing and your arms fling?

Do you ramble and roam all the way home?

Do you step pigeon-toed when crossing the road?

Is your waddle so humble, it’s almost a stumble?

 

Hilaire Belloc, known for humour and rhyme,

Had something to say (no rhyme this time):

‘The walk is a series of potential falls

Countered by placing one foot forward.’

Now you’ve heard (quick sketch, last word):

Stroll or race or fall flat on your face!

 

Walking helps your lungs and heart

And keeps your brain alert and smart,

Enough words, enough talk,

   Get out there! Walk, walk!

 

Edel Wignell

As Like as Two Peas by Edel Wignell

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As Like as Two Peas

I wanted a brother,

But was warned by my mother

That we might get the other.

But no! It was twins!

Then Pa comes to stay,

His grandsons he sees.

‘Why bless me!’ he cries,

‘As like as two peas.’

 

Identical boys,

Double the noise,

Duplicate toys.

A pigeon pair!

Two mouths that dribble,

Two heads that nod,

As like as two peas –

Two peas in a pod.

 

Hair that is fair,

Gums that are bare,

Four eyes that stare.

Help! Mirror image!

To tell them apart,

Mum says it’s a breeze,

All but their ears

Are as like as two peas.

 

By Edel Wignell

 

Scared! by Edel Wignell

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SCARED!

One day the numerals were playing in the park;

They all seemed friendly, the game was a lark.

But six was scared, kept glancing around –

Ready to dash away with a bound.

The leader called them to stand in a row,

But six hung back, refusing to go.

‘I’m scared of seven at the top of the line.’

So why was six scared?

Because seven ate nine.

© Edel Wignell