Chintzy looked at Archer
Lying on the couch
He looked up and she said
You’re nothing but a slouch!
No I’m not, he replied
A puppy needs its sleep
Chintzy, she just sighed
Your excuses you can keep
Another hour passed
And Archer still lay there
Chintzy she was seething
And thought it was unfair
He was asleep in her spot
Where she should now be
But there wasn’t any room
For her to spread out and be free
She listened to him snoring
And decided just to leap
To snuggle in beside him
So she herself could sleep.
There they lay together
Each in their world of dreams
Sharing the space together
Cats and dogs can be friends it seems.
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Our Garbage Man by James Aitchison
Leave a commentOur garbage man comes once a week
To empty out our bin,
He takes away everything
That Mum and Dad put in.
I wonder if he looks inside
To see what we’ve thrown out.
(All my worn out underpants
Would make him scream and shout!)
All our rotten vegies,
All our stinky cheese,
All the food that has expired,
Travels on the breeze.
No wonder he speeds off each week,
He doesn’t hang around.
With so much putrid garbage,
His wheels don’t touch the ground!
My Christmas Story by Kylie Covark
Leave a commentI’m writing a Christmas story.
It feels like Winter snow.
I’d better get a move on;
Just six more sleeps to go.
I’m writing a Christmas story.
It sounds like Ho Ho Ho.
I’d better get my skates on;
Just five more sleeps to go.
I’m writing a Christmas story.
It smells like cookie dough.
I’d better get a roll on;
Just four more sleeps to go.
I’m writing a Christmas story,
But it’s not the one I know.
I’d better pull the reins in
With three more sleeps to go.
I’m writing a Christmas story.
It smells like fresh mango,
I’d better take it easy;
Still two more sleeps to go.
I’m writing a Christmas story.
It sounds like the sea’s flow,
It’s time to take a rest now;
Just one more sleep to go.
I’m writing a Christmas story.
It feels like Summer’s glow.
And today I’ll live that story;
A Christmas of my own.
By Kylie Covark
Letter “C” by James Aitchison
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LETTER “C”
C them there on windows,
C them there in stores,
C them up all over,
C them now because…
C is for Christmas cards!
Christmas cards with holly,
Cards with silver bells,
Cards with laughing Santas,
Cards that wish you well.
Christmas cards with angels,
Cards with trees and snow,
Cards with candles burning,
Cards that gleam and glow.
Christmas cards with reindeers,
Leaping through the sky,
Up there on the mantel —
Christmas Day is nigh!
Christmas cards with sparkle,
Heartfelt cards so true;
Why can’t all that goodwill
Last the whole year through?
James Aitchison
“Progression” by Virginia Lowe
Leave a commentProgression
She showed it
to her slavedriver
who saw the possibilities
He promoted slave Hannah
to supervise
the sawing team
Before,
hundreds pulled the immense stone block
on its log rollers
A team of twenty waited at the back
to grasp the log-load
when it had been run over
The back log had to be
hauled to the front
to be run over yet again
If only the stone could stay still
on the logs while they kept rolling
Clearly impossible. Hannah scowled
But a slice of log sawn from one end
would roll the same way
With a hole in the middle
supporting – well we’d call it an axle
and a second round piece from the log
On her model it worked perfectly
Wheels! Wooden wheels!
The first cart
Wheelbarrows, trains, cars, trucks
cogs, pulleys, clocks, machines
Life on earth would never be the same.
Virginia Lowe
Birds of a Feather by Jackie Hosking
Leave a commentThere’s a paddling of ducklings in my lake
And a purr of pussycats half awake
There’s a trembling of finches on my lawn
And a purr of pussycats stretch and yawn
There’s a troubling of hummingbirds in my blossom
And a purr of pussycats playing possum
There’s a pitying of turtledoves cooing to their mate
And a purr of pussycats rubbing on the gate
There’s a quarrel of sparrows busy with their fight
And a purr of pussycats keeping out of sight
There’s a peep of chickens and a bevy of quails
And a purr of pussycats wagging their tails
But then, in the sky, is a murder of crows
And a prickle of pussycats hide in the rose
The Dreamers by Monty Edwards
Leave a commentOnce a waddling goose and gander
On a search for something grander
Left their farmyard to meander
Down a stream.
Now the goose was named Cassandra
And the gander, Alexander,
With a new home by the water
As their dream.
They had found the farmyard boring
With the crows’ incessant cawing
And the sleepy dogs all snoring
Through the day.
While the river looked appealing
And it gave the pair a feeling
In their new home by the water
They would stay.
But the farmer had been boasting
Of the geese he planned on roasting
At a dinner he was hosting
For his friend.
So he searched in haste to catch them
And he speedily despatched them.
Thus the dreamers by the river
Met their end.
Polliwogs and pobblebonks by Jenny Erlanger
Leave a commentI could be quite mistaken
but I’m feeling pretty sure
that polliwog’s a word
you’ve never come across before.
And pobblebonk’s another,
with a funny kind of sound,
a word I’m also certain
you have never seen around.
They’re not a type of candy
or variety of fish.
They’re not exotic items
in some oriental dish.
They don’t have beaks or feathers
and they’re not a breed of dog.
A polliwog’s a tadpole
and a pobblebonk’s a frog.
Poem of the Day
Leave a commentHey diddle duddle
Astronauts in a muddle
Double helpings of trouble were spooned
The martian men laughed
As they dropped their space daks
and confused passing spaceships they mooned
Sioban Timmer
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #14
Poem of the Day
Leave a commentBeware of cats
Cats are sly and selfish,
Creeping through the night.
They don’t love their owners,
They just spit and fight.
Trust me when I tell you,
Henceforth and moreover —
Cats are hideous things!
(Signed) Yours truly,
Rover
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