The Story of Pots and Pans by Toni Newell

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In a wide and deep, deep drawer
That sits beneath the stove
Live all the different pots and pans
It is like a treasure trove.
The frying pan sits well below
Lets out a painful squeal
You’re all too heavy there on top
My handle I can’t feel.
The largest pot holds two inside
Which adds the extra weight
The pot itself feels under stress
And says I’m sorry mate.
Smaller pots sit side by side
Squashed together tight
And lids of different sizes
Straddle all the pots in sight.
Slowly the drawer opens
And suddenly there’s light
The pots and pans all shudder
As a hand gives them a fright.
They pushed and pulled around
As the frypan is extracted
And all the other pots and pans
By discomfort are impacted.
We wish they’d find a bigger drawer
So we could have some space
And not be squashed and scratched
The big pot whimpers with grace.
Soon the frying pan’s returned
To the bottom once again
With pots and lids on top of it
And that awful pain.

Spring by Toni Newell

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The temperature is rising
There’s music in the air
From birds singing loudly
Their mating calls do fair.

Bare trees now blossom
As bulbs come back to life
The sweet call of Spring
The drake looks for his wife.

Colours surrounds us
On breeze a sweet scent rides
It’s full of new beginnings
It’s Spring where hope resides.

Nice To Be A Snail by Toni Newell

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It would be nice to be a snail,

Carry my house upon my back

And leave a silver trail,

Never needing to unpack.

Out for dinner every day

No kitchen in my house

‘Cause it’s very small inside

Can’t even fit a mouse.

I’d always be close to home

Never far away

And my house I’d fully own

No mortgages to pay.

Cleaning would be a dream

Over in a blink

Giving me much more time

To play and even think.

It would be nice to be a snail

Carry my house upon my back

Never be far from home

And safe when the sky is black.

“Birds Eye View” by Toni Newell

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Birds Eye View

Sitting on a branch up high,

In the Serengeti plain,

I spot a giraffe and her calf,

Crossing the dry terrain.

As a bird of prey,

They’re of little interest to me,

However, the calf looks hilarious,

He’s as funny as funny can be.

Galloping with an earnest face,

Long hair straight in the air,

I haven’t ever seen that before,

So, I thought I just might share.

 

“Bananas” by Toni Newell

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Bananas

Who loves a banana?

I know I really do,

They’re tasty and filling,

Are very good for you.

Source of potassium,

Very easy to peel,

And if you are hungry,

They almost make a meal.

“Spring has Sprung” by Toni Newell

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Spring Has Sprung

Spring has sprung,

Nests are made,

Vibrant colours,

Are on parade.

Birds are singing,

Their mating song,

Perfumed breeze,

Is swept along.

New growth,

Fragrant walks,

Grass growing,

On sidewalks.

Winter’s cold,

Now gone away,

The sun is warm,

A beautiful day.

Days are longer,

Lizard ‘Blue Tongue’,

Out of hibernation,

Spring has sprung.

 

“A Street? Of Many Names“ by Toni Newell

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A Street? Of Many Names

 

Walking down a street,

It occurred to me,

Why was it called a Street?

The question bothered me.

So many different names,

For a thoroughfare,

Roads, Groves and Avenues,

Were examples to share.

Boulevards and Terraces,

The Drive and The Place,

Different names for much the same,

A carriageway or space.

A Court, Close and Cul-de-sac

Meaning, no through road,

Highway, Freeway, Motorway,

My mind’s in overload.

Esplanade and the Bend,

Parade and also Cove,

Heights and the Muse,

Of words a treasure trove.

The Crescent, Way and Alley,

Let’s not forget the Lane,

I’m sure I’ve missed a few,

I find this quite insane.

So many different words,

In essence mean the same,

Each word takes you somewhere,

But by a different name.

“Spoon Villages” by Toni Newell

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Spoon Villages

 

Walking around my suburb,

I noticed we’d increased today,

In several streets there were villages,

Of spoon people on display.

 

Villages made by children,

Welcomed us all to view,

Some carried an invitation,

To add a spoon or two.

 

I thought it was a great idea,

A community on the verge,

Where there were no restrictions,

And visitors they did urge.

 

Spoons were brightly dressed,

Standing together as one,

I’m sure that all the children,

In creating the village had fun.

 

Helping children to cope,

Inspiring normality,

Embracing imagination,

Dealing with Covid reality.

‘Puff’, the Magic Dragon by Toni Newell

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‘Puff’ was a magic dragon,

Who lived by the sea,

Had a friend, Jackie Paper,

And had a friend in me.

He may have sailed with Jackie,

Upon the ocean blue,

But used to play with me ashore,

This story being true.

He wagged his tail behind him,

Whilst walking he would roar,

And everyone loved magic ‘Puff’,

He was gentle to the core.

When Jackie Paper passed away,

‘Puff’ was very sad,

He roared aloud in his grief,

Having lost his comrade.

We walked the street together,

His scales glistening in the sun,

Remembering Jackie Paper,

And recalling all the fun.

Yes, dragons last forever,

And he outlasted me,

One day we’ll be together again,

Magic ‘Puff’,  Jackie Paper and me.

 

“Argentinosaurus” by Toni Newell

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Argentinosaurus

 

Argentinosaurus,

The largest dinosaur of all,

Grew to forty meters,

Measurement overall.

Could weigh a hundred tons,

And was a herbivore,

Would need to eat a lot of greens,

Of that you can be sure.

They lived a long time ago,

Ninety-seven million years,

Pronounced ‘AHR-gen-TEEN-uh-SAWR-us’,

They were big with no visible ears.