Foster Boxer by Jeanie Axton

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This poem was inspired by a news story I watched, then researched, about a boxer named Treasure, who became a mum to eight little piglets on a farm in Queensland.


Eight cute little piglets
grunting and squealing today
because a boxer named Treasure
came bounding their way


A stray herself
Treasure played her part
taking the eight little piglets
straight into her heart


She rounded them up
with cuddles and licking
her milk came in
with the suckling and kicking


On a farm with eight kids
and eight piglets in tow
Treasure the Boxer
put on a great show


She now has a family
Treasure loves them to bits
a boxer and eight piglets
the perfect farm fit

“Amanda Davis” by Jeanie Axton

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Amanda Davis

sometimes called Mavis

devoured a mango in May

It dripped down her dress

the juice made a right mess

that couldn’t be scrubbed away!

 

Her mother was frantic

she threw a huge wobbly

that frightened the families Maltese

He leapt over the fence

sprung up high in the air

and floated away with the breeze

 

Amanda Davis

sometimes called Mavis

was banned from Mangos in May

She ditched the old dress

took an interest in chess

and chomped on apples instead

 

“Max” by Jeanie Axton

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The frost was glistening on the grass

when Max went out to pee

He trotted to the frozen lawn

and sank down to his knees

 

Max slipped then slid while yelping

veering left and skidding right

Landing at the picket fence

he gave himself a fright

 

Alas! Poor Max was stuck like glue

he couldn’t move or pee

Jammed firmly on the frosty post

for all the world to see

“Scoot Scoot” by Jeanie Axton

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Scoot Scoot

Said the scooter

Shining in the sun

Time for me

To have some fun

 

Zoom Zoom

Said the scooter

Rider and helmet ready

Today we go fast

But take it steady

 

Whoosh Whoosh

Said the scooter

Down the street

Feet on kickboard

Who can we beat?

 

Zip Zip

Said the scooter

What a fun day

Zooming along

Smiling all the way

 

Jump Jump

Said the scooter

Trying a trick

Up in the air

And down real quick

 

Ring Ring

Said the scooter

A loud ring of the bell

Turn and head back

All is well

 

Yawn Yawn

Said the scooter

I’ve had a big day

Time to go home

Slowly make my way

 

Shuffle Shuffle

Said the scooter

Trudging back to the shed

Time for scooters

To be in scooter bed

 

 

Snooze Snooze

Said the scooter

Snoring away

Dreaming of tomorrow

Another scooter day

 

Published in Toy Chest Anthology 2017

“What will I write of next?” by Jeanie Axton

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The pen flew up in the air

A pencil followed next

the stapler did a little jig

across the writing desk

 

The ruler stomped his wooden feet

A window opened wide

Then all the pretty writing paper

rose up and blew outside

 

The writer sat and pondered

What will I write of next?

With all this chaos going on

here on my writing desk.