There were flocks of hungry Pellies
breaking into deli’s.
They filled up their beaks
with enough food for weeks
and returned when they’d emptied their bellies.

image from Pixabay
There were flocks of hungry Pellies
breaking into deli’s.
They filled up their beaks
with enough food for weeks
and returned when they’d emptied their bellies.

image from Pixabay
There once was an eater of custard,
who one day became quite flustered.
He cleaned off his plate,
but realised too late –
he’d mistakenly eaten some mustard.

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candy coloured twists and twirls
little wicks charred and curled
melted wax holding fast
to memories of birthdays past
candles in a box by Graham Seal

Image from Pixabay
Dr Seuss said it all:
‘A person’s a person,
no matter how small’.
Let’s say the same for a village:
It isn’t the size that matters,
but how many hearts
call it home.
VILLAGE by Graham Seal

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Some call him
Father Christmas,
Some call him
Saint Nick.
Others say he’s
Santa Claus –
We just want him to come
QUICK!

Photo from Pexels by Daniel Reche
Hear the humble bumble
of the buzzy wuzzy bees,
as they flitter and they flutter
through the flowers and the trees.
Gathering in sweet pollen
to take home to their hive,
where they make the runny honey
that helps the whole world thrive.

Image from Pexels by Michael Hodgins
This is the medal for mums.
For conspicuous bravery
in the face of children.
For selfless service
to every nation.
For unnumbered lifetimes
of sacrifice.
But most of all,
for love.
For ever.

Photo from Pexels by Daria Obymaha