Winter Picnic by Monty Edwards

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Winter Picnic

 

One picnic with my family I would rather now forget,

Since it started with a thunderstorm that left us very wet.

We ran like rabbits to the car and tried to eat our lunch,

But our sandwiches were soggy and our biscuits lacked their crunch.

 

We aimed to keep the rain out so we wound the windows up,

But that just made them foggy. Then I dropped my half-full cup!

My parents weren’t too pleased with me as anyone could tell

And then the baby filled the car with a most awful smell!

 

At last we saw the rain had stopped, so quickly we got out.

Mum changed the baby’s nappy. It was then Dad gave a shout.

“Oh no, we’ve run over a nail!” He’d found a tyre was flat.

So we weren’t going anywhere till he had dealt with that.

 

While Dad was working on the wheel, I got my brand new ball.

I kicked it high into a tree, but it refused to fall!

So then I said: “I’ll climb the tree and shake the football down.”

But Mum said: “You’ll do no such thing” and stopped me with a frown.

 

I didn’t want to lose the ball, but what would you have done?

It looked as if I’d have to save to buy another one.

Just then a teenage boy came by. He said: “Leave it to me.”

At once he climbed up to the branch and shook the football free!

 

I tried to catch it as it fell, but Mum caught it instead.

She didn’t catch it in her hands. It landed on her head!

I thought it wasn’t wise to laugh in case she was upset.

She’d told me not to bring the ball. I hoped that she’d forget.

 

When finally Dad changed the tyre, he said: “It’s time to go.

Those heavy clouds are coming back. The journey will be slow.”

I moaned: “An hour here’s not enough. We need some time to play!”

But Mum declared: “Your Dad is right. Let’s come another day.”

 

Although this time our picnic didn’t seem much fun at all,

We did arrive home safely and I still had my new ball.

The baby now is chuckling and we’re by the fire and warm.

It still was an adventure, even with the winter storm.

 Monty Edwards

Monty says: Some picnics are memorable for the wrong reasons, but even if not exactly enjoyable they can still supply some interesting and humorous experiences.

Humungous Fungus by Pat Simmons

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Humungous Fungus

Humungous Fungus is among us

And it’s rather smelly.

It slowly creeps between your toes

Then right up to your belly.

 

It can be blue but when it’s pink

It gives off such an awful stink.

Sometimes it floats down in the breeze

And leaves great blobs on both your knees.

 

When it sparkles like a fairy

Then you must be very wary.

If it waves its magic wand

You’ll smell like slime from next door’s pond.

 

Beware if Fungus goes to school

It doesn’t care who looks a fool.

Your teacher might get quite a shock

If Fungus hides inside his sock.

 

If poor Grandma while she’s sitting

Concentrating on her knitting

Notices a sudden pull

It’s Fungus climbing up her wool.

 

Even Mum must be quite careful

She might cop a blobby hair full

If she happens to be shopping

Right where Fungus slime is dropping.

 

Family pets should run and hide

‘Cos Fungus loves to slip and slide

Into kennels, baskets, cages

Sending critters into rages.

 

But Fungus loathes a water spray

So get yourself one right away

And squirt that fiend with all your might

You’ll be a hero overnight.

Pat Simmons

Dad’s Night to Cook by Sharon Hammad

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Dad’s Night to Cook

 

It’s Dad’s night to cook

And I can’t help a shiver.

What kind of yuckfest

Will he dare to deliver?

 

Last time, it was tripe

In an oniony sauce

With a side dish of sprouts

Boiled to green pulp of course.

 

Before that were brains

Fried in oil to a mush.

One taste and we gave them

A right royal flush.

 

Then kidneys and steak

In a pudding, you know.

He left out the steak:

It was kidneys and dough.

 

So now on the bench

Something slimy pink quivers

And into the bowl

Oozes blood in red rivers.

 

Dad says, ‘Don’t you fret.

There’s a feast in the making

Like you’ve never seen,

I mean truly breathtaking.’

 

He stirs and he sautés.

He toasts and he turns.

He dices and spices

And browns till it burns.

 

We stare at our plates

Dad says, ‘Please try a sliver.’

But whatever is it?

Erk, charred chicken liver!

 

‘That’s it’, says my mother,

‘Dad’s cooking will stop

 

Unless it’s a pizza

He buys from the shop.’

 

Dad seems kind of sad.

We’ve upset him, I think.

But then he turns round

And he gives me a wink.

 

It’s all been a fake

An ingenious plan…

One I must remember

When I am a man.

 

Sharon Hammad

To Visit the Wizard by Kate O’Neil

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To visit the Wizard

We’re off to visit the wizard,

the wizard so wise that he knows

just what to do next

if ever you’re hexed

and the best way to clean between toes.

 

This wizard does not use a blizzard –

no blizzard, no twister, no snows.

No silly pretext.

No need to be vexed.

Nothing that you might suppose.

 

This wizard is well worth a visit.

To get there, as everyone knows,

you don’t need a text

that might leave you perplexed.

You’re fine if you follow your nose.

Kate O’Neil

Mind Your “Ps” and “Qs” by Kate O’Neil

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Mind your Ps and Qs

A Cautionary Tale
 

The ticket’s important.

Your favourite show

is almost sold out

but you’re dying to go.

 

You groan at the queue

but you can’t walk away;

there’s no other chance.

You must see it today.

 

Yes, you’re dying to go,

But not just to the show.

One coffee too many,

and the queue is so slow.

 

The choice is so cruel,

What will you do?

You have to choose now:

The queue or the loo?

 

It’s Nature that wins,

As Nature will do,

but you’ll know next time

that it’s ‘P’ before ‘Q’.

 

 Kate O’Neil

 

Eight Amazing Animals by Monty Edwards

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Eight amazing animals

 

Animals ev’rywhere always amaze:

Big beefy buffaloes quietly graze;

Cats with their claws out can climb and can scratch;

Dogs dive for balls using teeth for a catch;

Elephants’ ears are as big as can be;

Foxes from hunters can speedily flee;

Gentle giraffes are remarkably tall;

Heavyweight hippos have ears that are small.

I like the ibex. It surely can climb.

Just don’t wait for zebra. I haven’t the time!

 Monty Edwards

Monty Said:  For an alphabetic assignment I wanted a subject of interest to children that was represented by many examples. This would help provide maximum flexibility for the alphabetic choices and the accompanying rhymes. Animals seemed ideal. I decided to underline the alphabetic structure with some alliteration and the final line, but stopped at J to avoid monotony and less convincing examples.

The Train by Anne Bell

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THE TRAIN   

Past houses,trees and grazing sheep,

I race and rock and sway

and I say to the track of strong, firm steel

that likes the sound of a hurrying wheel,

I’ll soon be back,

be back,

be back.

by Anne Bell

Ann said:  Goodness gracious me…this was first published in The School Magaz Circa Yonks AD when that journal was edited by Lilith Norman and still in black and white mode.

Binocular Monocular by Sally Odgers

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Binocular Monocular

A binocular becomes a monocular, dear

If you forget to remove

One of the covers while tossing the other

What are you trying to prove?

Being like Nelson applying the eye

To a scene that you just cannot see?

Blind eye a’turning to half of the scene

That’s what it seems to me

Red tape, policy, jargon and all

Means nothing is seen in its breadth

Binocular or monocular, dear?

Use both eyes and you’re winning on strength

So remember removing both lens caps today

Will give you binocular vision

While squinting through one (while it might be more fun)

Will send half your senses to prison.

 

Sally Odgers

A Spider’s Dilemma by Pat Simmons; Pillow Pet by Nadine Cranenburgh; Greedy Guts by Dianne Bates

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A Spider’s Dilemma

An arthritic arachnid with eight knobbly knees
Sought medical help for her painful disease.
Her doctor prescribed her with cream to rub in
But the problem was how and just where to begin!

 by Pat Simmons

 Pillow Pet

My old dog Spot
is hard to spot
when hiding in my bed

He’s found a spot
all soft and hot
curled underneath my head

By Nadine Cranenburgh
Nadine says: The aim was to include a word that has multiple meanings.

Greedy Guts

Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating his Christmas pie

He ate it all, every crumb.
‘What’s for seconds?’
he asked his mum.

by Dianne Bates