“The Lazy Frog” by Monty Edwards

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I’m a green frog, serene frog,

A seldom ever seen frog,

Lolling on a lily pad and lazing in the shade.

For you see, I’ve found the knack

Of lying comfy on my back

And although you’ll think me slack,

I’ve got it made!


All is sweet now, complete now,

It’s time to rest my feet now,

Loving life on lily pads without a single care.

Ripples massage as I lie,

Looking blankly at the sky.

Who’s as lucky as am I

Found anywhere?


Something’s shifting! Oh, I’m drifting!

Now my lily pad is lifting!

It’s a duck that thinks I’m something nice to eat!

There’s no time to count to five,

I must leave and take a dive,

Since I’d like to stay alive

Complete with feet.

“Summer Storm” by Monty Edwards

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Summer Storm


One summer day, before my tea,

The early news was on TV.

It sent me to my balcony

For there would be a sight to see.


Outside, my eyes turned to the skies;

The thick black clouds there – no surprise.

The air I breathed in – moist and warm.

The news foretold a summer storm!


Since rain was welcome, that felt good:

Let that be clearly understood.

The dams were low, the creek beds dry,

Those clouds spread hope across the sky.


Yet more was promised than some rain

To make our farmers smile again:

This storm brought hail – and floods as well,

Because of all the rain that fell.


When something’s good, we all want more,

But here’s a thought we could explore:

Too much of one thing can be bad

If we then lose what once we had.







“The Wright Song” by Monty Edwards



The Wright Song


When William Wright once wrote a song,

We thought the words Wright wrote were wrong,

Since what he wrote was such a scrawl

Wright’s wretched writing fooled us all,

But when he sang his song that night,

What we thought wrong was really right!


“Seaside Stroll” by Monty Edwards

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Seaside Stroll

When weather’s getting warmer
And summer’s on its way,
We adults walk the sandy shore
While gazing at the bay.
There gentle waves plant kisses
On sand beneath our feet.
As ripples make soft music
With soothing random beat.
But sudden squarks of seagulls
Disturb the peaceful scene,
As children chase them skywards
From where at rest they’d been.
With scores of scolding seagulls
And children’s shouts of glee,
Our peaceful stroll was over
So soon beside the sea.

 “Meeting the Monster” by Monty Edwards

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 Meeting the Monster

One night a monster most grotesque

Crawled out from underneath my desk!

I closed my book and took a look

And felt that my whole body shook!

It had a head with horrid horns

That looked as sharp as roses’ thorns;

It’s nose was like a length of hose

Which drooped right down to touch its toes!

With eyes the size of fruit mince pies

It gazed at me in mute surprise

And then as it began to think,

I saw those eyes were turning pink,

While when its mouth was open wide,

The teeth were huge I saw inside!

A sound came out: more like a croak;

I cringed in fear, but then it spoke!

It rasped: ‘So sorry I’m so badly smelling:

I’ve come to help you with your spelling!’

But even as the monster spoke,

My dog went ‘Woof!’ and I awoke.


“Ready to Rhyme” by Monty Edwards

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Ready to Rhyme


I find when I am writing,

I oft resort to rhyme.

I don’t know why I do it.

It happens all the time.

But if you like my writing,

(I really hope you will),

You’ll find that I keep writing

In rhyming verses still!

First published in “The Mystery Box” (Playful poems for young readers) by Monty Edwards [Making Magic Happen Academy 2017].

“Perpetual Trophy” by Monty Edwards


Perpetual Trophy

It stood there in the cabinet:
The cup we all desired,
Engraved with names of winners past:
The stars we all admired.
Now watch us train with fierce intent
To match, then beat their best
For striving for that lofty goal
Will help us top the rest.
But if our team should fail the tests
On which success depends,
There will remain a greater prize:
A lasting group of friends

“Cat Trick” by Monty Edwards

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Cat Trick

My cat liked to climb on my bedroom chair,

Right next to my chest of drawers.

He would spring to the chest with a mighty leap

Where he landed on all fours.

There on the top, where a mirror stood,

He looked at me, as a winner would

While he smugly licked his paws.


This was a trick hed performed before,

So I did what I had to do:

I’d found a shot of a lion’s head,

On a leaflet from the zoo.

I shaped it into the mirror’s frame:

One look would scare him and end his game,

Hed be off to his cat-a-loo!


I watched to see if hed turn his head

And hed face what was waiting there.

To see him jump promised such a treat:

The suspense would be hard to bear!

Then he turned. I could not believe my eyes:

He showed not a hint of the least surprise;

Not a bit did he seem to care.


Then as I was watching he lifted a paw

As if to greet someone he knew.

Was it his grandpa he thought that he saw?

Was he wondering just what he should do?

But stroking the lion, he shredded its face!

This meant his smug self soon appeared in its place,

As he thought: Im much smarter than you