An emu family crossed the road
not a single care in sight,
unconcerned about all the cars
and what could possibly be strife.
Halfway across all traffic stilled
the mob stopped and looked around
“Whats is all the fuss about?
We are on our way, Homeward bound!”
As an expert in the making
flicking boogers is a skill
when Im needing more of them
I know where to refill.
Friends all want to join me
but its an individual sport
one thats learnt through practice
or as they say “self taught”.
Dedicated to Gwen and her Golden Retriever Louie.
The sun is setting
a coloured sky awaits,
“Lets get moving
We cant be late”
We walk and we talk
as we pick up the pace,
towards the sunset
at our sacred place.
To the end of the pier
we arrive at our spot,
out comes the phone
for our nightly shot.
On the way home
I look back and grin
“Thanks for the walk,
Lets do this again”.
Two old pink galahs
up high in a gumtree
looked down at recess
to see what they could see.
Two junior school boys
glanced up and said “Gidday”
then the two old galahs
spread their wings and flew away.
A game at a campsite.
What do we need?
Five friends and three buckets
and rope for a lead.
Off we go now
galloping down to the bay,
for we are all horses.
Neigh! Neigh! Neigh!
A custom cut from nose to butt
is what the “Mutt Hutt” does
Snipping, styling the latest trends
and shaving through the fuzz
In through the in door
disarrayed and dirty as can be
Out through the out door
transformed to a beauty queen
A sensible hat is sensible
if worn in a sensible way
by a sensible type of person
at a sensible time of day.
A sensible hat can be silly
ugly, tattered or old
a sensible type of hat
is just that, sensible “so I’m told!”
Three fat pigeons
looking very needy,
waddled around a bakery
in central Coober Pedy.
Pecking at the crumbs
with not a worry in sight,
these three fat pigeons
have given up their flight.
An interesting read about the pigeons who didn’t give up their flight! https://amp.abc.net.au/article/101543770
This poem was inspired by a news story I watched, then researched, about a boxer named Treasure, who became a mum to eight little piglets on a farm in Queensland.
Eight cute little piglets
grunting and squealing today
because a boxer named Treasure
came bounding their way
A stray herself
Treasure played her part
taking the eight little piglets
straight into her heart
She rounded them up
with cuddles and licking
her milk came in
with the suckling and kicking
On a farm with eight kids
and eight piglets in tow
Treasure the Boxer
put on a great show
She now has a family
Treasure loves them to bits
a boxer and eight piglets
the perfect farm fit
Amanda Davis
sometimes called Mavis
devoured a mango in May
It dripped down her dress
the juice made a right mess
that couldn’t be scrubbed away!
Her mother was frantic
she threw a huge wobbly
that frightened the families Maltese
He leapt over the fence
sprung up high in the air
and floated away with the breeze
Amanda Davis
sometimes called Mavis
was banned from Mangos in May
She ditched the old dress
took an interest in chess
and chomped on apples instead
Australian Children’s Poetry 