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Summer

 

The sun is warm, the fish are biting

Snapper, squid and shoals of whiting

Ice-cream jingles sound inviting –

Summer’s on its way.

 

The breeze is up, the current’s running

Tourists bare their legs for sunning

Seagulls stealing chips are cunning –

Summer’s on its way.

 

The sky is bright, the waves are rolling

Zinc-nosed lifeguards are patrolling

Cricket-crazy kids are bowling –

Summer’s here  – let’s play!

Jill McDougall
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #47

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Here come the Martians

Here come the Martians, green as peas

as my spacecraft lands in thick brown seas.

They swamp my ship like some disease

so I zap myself to the broccoli trees.

 

As I grab my fork-shaped Ultra-Stun,

the Martians squeak (in Martian) “Run!”

They hide beneath a buttered bun

but I take them prisoner one by one.

 

I’m having super-cosmic fun

when Humanoid Robot XP One

drones: Earth to Mars – this is your mum

do NOT play with your dinner son!

Jill McDougall

Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #45

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If

 

If

I was a pin

I’d

pull myself together.

 

If

I was a bulldozer

I’d

make the grade.

 

If I was a roof

I’d

be on top of things.

 

If

I was a poem

I’d

be well-versed.

 

If

I was a dictionary

I’d

know the meaning of life.

 

But

I’m a house and

I’m

thick as a brick.

Jill McDougall

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What Good Luck!

 

I’m going to join in a rock  band.

What good luck!

I can’t sing.

What bad luck!

I can play the guitar.

What good luck!

I don’t have a guitar.

What bad luck!

Dad’s going to buy me one.

What good luck!

But I have to mow the grass every week.

What bad luck!

We live on a boat.

What good luck!

I have to mow my grandma’s grass.

What bad luck!

She always gives me a present.

What good luck!

Home-made socks.

What bad luck!

I think they’re cool.

What good luck!

But they never fit me.

What bad luck!

They fit my best friend.

What good luck!

But she went to Queensland.

What bad luck!

For a holiday.

What good luck!

It rained the whole time.

What bad luck!

And broke the drought.

What good luck!

And washed away the cricket ground.

What bad luck!

People are raising money.

What good luck!

But I’m broke.

What bad luck!

So I’m going to join a rock band.

Jill McDougall

 

 

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The House that Never Sleeps

 

Our house is a blinking one,

A winking, ever-thinking one,

At night when all the work is done,

Our house is standing by.

 

The laptop light is pulsing white

In case it’s needed in the night

To play a game or book a flight,

It’s always standing by.

 

The bright light on the video

Is glowing green, all set to go,

In case we want to watch a show,

It’s always standing by.

 

The red lights on the Xbox E,

The microwave, the smart TV,

All stab the dark impatiently,

Forever standing by.

 

Our house is ready all night long

To heat some food or play a song,

Till all the fossil fuels are gone,

Our house is standing by.

 

© Jill McDougall