We’re sitting on a picnic rug
beside our lemon tree.
We pass around the water jug
then start to eat our tea.
I’m staring at a Brussels sprout
with mounting discontent
When I suggested eating out
this wasn’t what I meant!
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Poem of the Day
Leave a commentAn Alphabet of Magic
by S D Bellhouse
A is for Alchemy
B is for Blizzard
C is for Charms and Chants, but not for wizard
D is for Devices used to bedazzle
E is for Enchanters out on the razzle!
F is for Fairies, fleet of foot and Foretelling
G is for Gnomes, grumpy and cave dwelling
H is for Hemlock, beloved of most wizards
I is for Innards, (entrails and gizzards)
J is for Jealousy, Jinxes and Journeys
K is for Kelp, Kapow and Kahoots
L is for Lessons and Seven League Boots
M is for Magic, Mystery and Mayhem
N is for Nocturnal Necromancer, all must obey him
O is for Owl, far seeing and wise
P is for Physic and Potions to vanish before your eyes
Q is for Quest and Questioning too
R is for Readings of books old and new
S is for Spells, to stun or stupefy
T is for Toadstools, give them a try.
U is for the Unknown, better unseen
V is for Vixen, an evil queen
W is Witches, Warlocks and Wizards
X is for Xenthora, a tree seldom seen
Y is for Yearning to know where you’ve been
Z is for Zephyrs, magical winds
An alphabet of magic is where your journey begins…
Poem of the Day
Leave a commentThe Echidna
An echidna passed across a track
heading towards a special snack
A naturalist muttered, ‘What a turn!
about this creature, I’ve got to learn.’
He kneeled to take a closer look
the echidna swung with strong right hook.
And it was such a heavy clout
it nearly knocked the watcher out.
The echidna curled into a prickly ball
snarling, ‘I don’t like you at all.’
The naturalist cried and mused upon
what it was that he’d done wrong.
He only wanted to see first hand
the weirdest creature in the land.
The echidna uncurled and stalked away
grumbling at his ruined day.
And idiots too dumb to know
you always let echidnas go –
About their business digging holes
and eating ants from salad bowls.
Or snuffling around a great big mound
Where tasty termites are always found.
To spare echnida watchers pain,
the moral of this tale is plain.
Always remember it’s very rude
to keep echidnas from their food.
© M. Pearce
mpearceau@gmail.com
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