Drive around the curb
And suddenly you see him:
The lollipop man.
Image from Pixabay
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You Have Teeth by Marque Dobrow
Leave a commentYou have teeth inside your head,
To help you chew and
Swallow your food,
So as you won’t drop dead.
That is what I said.
Some people with teeth inside their head,
Can take them out at night
And put them in a glass beside the bed,
Before they catch some zeds.
What a wonderful privilege
To have teeth inside your head.
And if you can remember
To keep your gums from turning red,
Your teeth shall stand you in good stead.
Other beasts also have teeth inside their head.
Some from which I’ve fled.
Like the snake, several dogs and a horse named Fred.
I enjoy having teeth inside my head.
I aim to keep them there.
And if I do,
I will be well fed.
But if I don’t,
My fate I’ll no doubt dread.
For to a dentist I’ll be led.
You Have Teeth by Marque Dobrow
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Amelia Hicks by Marque DoBrow
Leave a commentA girl named Amelia Hicks,
Went to Discount Day at the flicks.
She sat right through Jaws,
Halloween and Star Wars
For a cost of Sixteen Sixty-six.
Image from Pexels by GEORGE DESIPRIS
My Dearest by Marque Dobrow
Leave a commentFrances Felicity Frankenstein
Will you be my valentine?
Though your surname is not glamorous
Your smile always makes me amorous.
Last week when I held your hand
I knew our love was something grand.
We’ve been together twelve whole weeks,
Our bond is something quite unique.
Although you have a mono-brow
I still adore you anyhow.
It’s true three of your teeth are missing,
But I don’t notice when we’re kissing.
I love to hold you every day
And know that you will always stay.
Perhaps, come many years from now,
We could exchange wedding vows.
I’ll lift your veil and kiss your freckles;
Your name will then be Mrs Jekyll.
Jumping Into Spring by Marque Dobrow
Leave a commentUpon arrival of September
There’s one thing I do remember:
Winter’s gone and spring is here
Bringing warmth back to the year.
Giving us more outdoor fun,
Extra time beneath the sun.
Walking barefoot on the grass,
Sipping fruit juice from a glass.
Football finals if you’re keen;
Horses racing on the green.
Pack your coats and gloves away,
Birds within your backyard play.
Birthing time for kangaroos,
Platypus and wombats too.
Blossoms grow with colours fair,
Pollen floating through the air.
Of spring I’m a great believer,
So why now must I have hay fever?
How can I smell a lovely rose
When suffering from an itchy nose?
I long to feel the evening breeze
Without an urge to cough and sneeze.
But let me cast those thoughts asunder;
Spring should be a time of wonder.
So sit beneath a shady tree,
Go watch the surfers at the sea.
I love the springtime sunset skies,
Albeit seen through teary eyes.
“The Phalarope” by Marque Dobrow
Leave a commentThe phalarope is a small shorebird which belongs to the sandpiper family. They are known for their distinctive nesting behaviour, and their unique feeding technique. The males and females do not fulfil typical gender roles.
The Phalarope
Have you heard of the phalarope bird?
Now I give you my word ~ its name isn’t absurd.
In terms of physique it couldn’t be slimmer
Which helps to make it an excellent swimmer.
Their feathers are most often black, red and white,
Then they’re grey in the winter: what a wondrous sight.
Within the Arctic region they breed
Where you’d think it too cold to perform such a deed.
In the Northern Hemisphere they lay eggs, then later
Spend their winters the other side of the equator.
Female phalaropes will court with their mate
Who in turn builds a nest so he may incubate.
The she-bird is larger in size than her fella,
So if she gained weight, I doubt he would tell her.
But here’s a grand fact that I think is worth hearing:
It’s the male who does the young phalarope-rearing.
And so, as these verses are nearing their end
Please consider the phalarope your friend.
If ever you see one from the ground down below
Keep your eyes gazing skyward and call out “hello”.
“Falling Leaves” by Marque Dobrow
Leave a commentFALLING LEAVES
When the autumn months are calling,
Leaves from up on high are falling.
Landing softly on the ground
Without a shudder or a sound.
But if I were a bug or bee
And if a leaf should land on me
Would I be hurt, or in a pickle?
Or would that leaf provide a tickle?
Through March and April and into May
Leaves are falling by the day.
Mother Nature’s voice has called,
The trees seem to be going bald.
In my backyard beneath the sky
Leaves of many colours lie.
Maple leaves and sycamores;
Gum leaves too: there’s leaves galore.
While the soil is far from hardened
I rake some leaves onto my garden,
Making many a compost heap,
Where all the worms and snails sleep.
So if you’re rolling up your sleeves
Please admire the falling leaves.
Pick one up from off the clover:
Go on and turn a new leaf over.
“Marathon” by Marque Dobrow
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The both of us, behind the door,
Me in my room, you in yours.
Firmer grows our friendship true
As from my bed I wave to you.
You see me from across the fence:
Our isolation consequence.
“Lockdown” is the word we hear,
Yet in your face I see no fear.
I’m looking forward to the day
When once again we both will play
Underneath the Southern sky,
No longer needing to ask why.
Staying safe with family,
Behind the doors it’s you and me.
And when tomorrow seems so long,
Your smile once more will keep me strong.
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