Don’t Be Silly by Warren Cox

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Don’t Be Silly

 

Freddy told Matthew and Matthew told Pete.

“Did you know that cockroaches hear through their feet?”

Don’t be silly Matthew. You say such silly things.

Everybody knows that roaches hear through their wings.

 

Andrew told Percy and Percy told Mick.

“Beetles sell medicine to people who are sick.”

“Don’t be silly Andrew. How goofy can you be.

Everybody knows you can’t afford a beetle’s fee.”

 

Molly told Sally and Sally told Mabel.

“Old men sometimes leave their teeth on the table.”

Don’t be silly Molly. It really isn’t true.

Everybody knows they hold their teeth in with glue.

 

Stephen told Richard and Richard told Frank

“The teacher’s got a great white shark in a tank.”

Don’t be silly Stephen you really are a fool.

Everybody knows he keeps the shark in his pool.

 

Fred told Billy and Billy told Dan.

“My next door neighbour is really superman.”

Don’t be silly Freddy. You must have had a dream.

Everybody knows your next door neighbour’s Wolverine.

 

Mary told Margaret and Margaret told Flo.

“These words will make me famous I want you all to know.”

Don’t be silly Mary. Did you leave your brain at home?

Everybody knows that this is just a silly poem.

 

© Warren Cox   2013

 

 

I Luv My Spelling by Warren Cox

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I Luv My Speling

 

Last nite I sat doun kwietly

To get my homework dun.

I had to get my wirds rite

So I studdyd evry wun.

 

I thort Sir wood be hapy

and pat me on the hed.

But wen he cheked my ansirs,

his fase tirned brite brite red.

 

“Good heavens Smith,” he yelled at me.

“How could you be so dumb?

I’m going to write a note for you

to take home to your mum.”

 

I tuk the leter home with me

and wacht mum as she red.

She rote a leter bak to sir

and this is wot it sed.

 

Dear teecher thank you verry much

for karing bowt my sun.

I’ll help him lern his wurds tonite;

evry singal wun.

 

syned,

his muthar

 

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Mother and Child by Warren Cox

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Once … upon a long ago

we sat inside the quiet

and watched the sun-kissed waters drift

beneath the morning light.

 

A place without a number;

a world with no address;

tucked away behind the trees

where Golden Whistlers nest.

 

Where thoughts so soft and gentle

filled my mind with peace.

And locked me in a moment

that I hoped would never cease.

 

But nothing lasts for always

and time will have its way.

The world and I have aged since then

and dimmed my yesterday.

 

Yet still one memory strong and clear

rests safe where it was filed.

A snapshot of the love that is

a mother and her child.

 

Warren Cox