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The Swanning Cat by Sally Odgers

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 I call him the swanning cat

Cos he swans around, in and then stares at the door

Always on the wrong side

Lost in contemplation

Lingering on the brink

He’s a ginger pain

Itching to keep me awake

Most certainly knows my bedtime

Teases me by implication

Has to go out…just for a pee

Eager to return

Swanning back in

When I yell for him

After waiting awake for far too long

Now, I ask you, is that nice?

No!

In and out and forth and back, and mew and stare at the door

Notwithstanding whisker-wipes and such

Great. He’s a swanning

Cat

Action must be

Taken if I’m ever to get any sleep.

 

Binocular Monocular by Sally Odgers

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Binocular Monocular

A binocular becomes a monocular, dear

If you forget to remove

One of the covers while tossing the other

What are you trying to prove?

Being like Nelson applying the eye

To a scene that you just cannot see?

Blind eye a’turning to half of the scene

That’s what it seems to me

Red tape, policy, jargon and all

Means nothing is seen in its breadth

Binocular or monocular, dear?

Use both eyes and you’re winning on strength

So remember removing both lens caps today

Will give you binocular vision

While squinting through one (while it might be more fun)

Will send half your senses to prison.

 

Sally Odgers

Blueberry by Sally Odgers

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Blueberry

 

blueberry bluetongue

green grass green

sunshine sunshine

polish me

glow me

sinuous slithering

not-snake-just-me

blueberry bluetongue

secrecy

Sally Odgers

Sally says: Written because I almost never write free verse. I was trying to rhyme and scan throughout.

 

Queue by Sally Odgers

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Queue

 

Kudos to the queue – not cue

(for that’s a hint or hit for billiard ball)

Kudos to the queue – not coupe

(for that’s a shock surprise for city hall)

Kudos to the queue – not coo

(for that’s what doves and grannies tend to do)

Kudos to the queue – not Que

(For that’s a Tassie river … yes, it’s true!)

Kudos to the queue – you knew

This had to end and now the end is due

But kudos to the queue – a row

Of sailor’s hair or pelicans you know.

 Sally Odgers

 

MADimal by Sally Odgers

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MADimal

 

AlPACas PACk their lunch with spoons

The OWL decides to hOWL at noon

The HORSE feels HOaRSE when he yells of course

The aARdvARK digs in the old cARpARK

The pONY hates the stONY rOAD

(Quite unlike his friend, the tOAD)

Nonsense poems make me SnOOZe

But they amuse my friends in ZOOS!

 

 

Sally Odgers 

Princess Shoes by Sally Odgers

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Princess Shoes

 

“Did you buy my princess shoes?” asks Molly

Every day she wants to know

Since she saw them sparkle

from jewelled heel to toe

 

And every day, Father answers, “No.”

 

“Did you pull some weeds?” asks Father

“Did you sing to Baby Lance?”

Every day he asks her,

“Did you learn your Irish dance?”

 

And every day, Molly says she hasn’t had the chance.

 

“Did you buy my princess shoes?”  asks Molly as before. ”

I pulled some weeds and sang to Lance

Dame Flora’s teaching me the dance…”

 

She demonstrates her moves

 

And Father says, “I do believe…

I might have bought

some princess shoes.”

 

© Sally Odgers

 

 

Born to be a Ratter by Sally Odgers

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Born to be a Ratter

 

I was born to be a ratter

I’m a squabble and a scrapper

And the cats are never fatter

When I hassle them about

I’m a snapper and a spatter

While you’re saying, “What’s the matter?”

While I clitter and I clatter

And I yappet in and out

I was born to be a rouser

And a scrapper and carouser

As a cat’s a wishful mouser

So the hunt is in my head

I’m a scrabble what’s-about-a

I’m a bouncer and a scouter

Of your rules I am a flouter

‘Cos you made me pet instead.

 

© Sally Odgers

Chillytoes by Sally Odgers

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Chillytoes

Chilly toes or silly toes?

Have to put on socks

I‘m too idle though the cold bites

Lost the will to move? he mocks

Life is chilly for a silly. Socks are packed away

Yes I have some… Dear-oh-dearie, where (oh where) are they?

 

Sally Odgers