The school yard is a pooches banquet
they rummage the playground for scraps
scuffs between feathers and fur
for a cold sausage roll
in wet paper wrap
a fritz sandwich
added cheese
means a
feast
After Lunch (Nonet) by Jeanie Axton
Image by Pexels
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Rusty in the shoe cupboard by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentA girl may love her shoes
but her cat treasures them more
A special place in a cupboard
a spot that she adores
Ah, to rest in the leather
Ooh to breathe in the sweat
An afternoon spent with the shoes
is as good as a cat’s life gets
Rusty in the shoe cupboard by Jeanie Axton
Photo of Rusty provided by Jeanie Axton
National Bathtub Day by Jeanie Axton
Leave a comment(In honour of National Bathtub Day October 7th)
Let’s have a scrub
in the tub
On National Bathtub Day
Let’s get all wet
up to the neck
On National Bathtub Day
Let’s bring out the bubbles
now there’s trouble
On National Bathtub Day
Let’s use the soap
on a rope
On National Bathtub Day
Let’s wash the puppy
whose looking scruffy
On National Bathtub Day
Let’s clean up well
leave a pleasant smell
On National Bathtub Day
Its rather obscure
And a little peculiar
This National Bathtub Day.
Photo from Pexels by nishizuka
Not The Right Egg by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentHenry was on an egg hunt
he headed quickly outside
bright and early Easter morning
excited for what he would find
He spotted a big brown egg
his left hand performing the scoop
But Alas! as it bounced in the bucket
Not an egg! but his pet dogs poop
Now his dog is in the laundry
she is safely locked-away
Henry then cleaned his bucket
and got on with Easter Day
Image from Stockcake
Molly by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentUp the tree Molly flew
to a bird attached at the top
But halfway up her nail stuck
and there she had to stop
In the midst of all the tree lights
Molly let out a cat like groan
“If you get me down from here now
I’ll leave that bird alone”
Photo from Pexels by tripleMdesignz
The Boomerang Returns by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentThrow the boomerang high in the sky
watch the ancient hunting tool fly
throw it straight and throw it long
up above this tool belongs
Try a lob and give it a boost
see it returning come home to roost
keep on flinging it into the sky
practice makes perfect
Give it a try
Image by Spencer Wing from Pixabay
Sharpen Up Mr Squiggle by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentAfter 60 years of drawing
his nose was all but blunt
So our famous Mr Squiggle
went on a sharpener hunt
He took his rocket to the moon
with Blackboard and Miss Jane
They found a big red sharpener
and his pencils sharp again
Dogs Love Socks by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentFake food socks
we love to wear
but our doggy friends
think it’s not fair
The pizza socks
smell like fluff
The bacon socks
are really rough
The taco socks
dripping fake cheese
The hamburger socks
are another tease
The hot dog socks
look so yummy
The cupcake socks
the icings runny
But worst of all
and looking real
are the T Bone socks
that cause a drool
The dogs agree
this has to stop
let’s give food socks
A mighty chop
The Brussel Sprout by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentI do not like Brussel sprouts
No no, not at all
One there sitting on my plate
Was it ready for a brawl?
My plan of thoughtful attack
Let it go straight down my snout
Swallow that green ball whole
Yes, Ive worked it out
But Alas, this did not occur
putting me in quite a state
Coughing hard it flew right out
Landing on my sisters plate
My sister she was horrified
Mum was raving mad
I sat and widely grinned
Announcing “ Sorry, Mum my bad!”
Not one has passed my lips since then
Those green and slimy sprouts
From that day until presently
I’m happy to do without.
There’s A Possum. . . by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentThere’s a possum on my roof
and he’s not eating cake
He is stomping up and down
keeping me awake
There’s a possum on my roof
learning the highland fling
He is happily enjoying it
but it’s not my sort of thing
There a possum on my roof
tapping out a beat
He finds it pretty handy
having thumbs on both his feet
There’s a possum on my roof
I wish he would go home
Up to his branch in the tree
and leave me quietly alone
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