Eee-ew!
Ishy, squishy tomato reeney;
Splat!
Right on my face.
Oohey, gooey tomato rooney
All over the place.
Tomato gunge in my hair,
Dangling off my shoe.
Up my nose,
Behind my ears.
What can I do?
Slushy, mushy tomato pulp
Flying through the air.
La Tomatina in full swing
This means TOMATO WARFARE!
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This old, old tree
looks weird to me.
Its bark is mossy,
its lichen glossy.
If I had time
I could climb
to its top
and there I’d stop —
under the sky,
up so high.
Photo by Ginette Pestana
A famous word in the dictionary
one that’s exceedingly long
renowned for many reasons
including a famous song.
Originally college slang
coined by students in ’31
meaning extremely wonderful
they spoke it out in fun.
Next came Mary Poppins
released in ’64
the word in song a legend
quickly woven into lore.
It’s believed to be an expression
for all that’s fabulous they say
singing it extremely loud
will brighten up your day.
“Can you say it backwards?”
Mary Poppins once said with a wink
Isn’t that going a bit too far?
What do you actually think?
Journey of a Word
Image from Pixabay
Some of our fauna have it right
They sleep all day and rise at night
Some are shy, others proud
Some are quiet, others loud
Learn to recognise the sound
It’s nice to know who is around.
Curlews chat, some night birds cry
Cattle low, and the bats whoosh by
Green frogs drop from hiding places
To commence their nighttime hopping races
The froggy chorus by the dam
Informs all their friends, “I am around.”
Tell the dogs no need to bustle
When hearing gentle thumps and leafy rustles
That’s the macropods up near the house
And a swooping owl catching a mouse.
WAIT the chooks are cackling – that’s not right!
A snake is sneaking in this night
I‘m racing there to get him out
“Not my chooks, you hungry lout!”
But soon the sky begins to lighten
Pull the blankets right up tighter
Bird chirps start to fill the dawning
It must be time to rise for morning.
Poem inspired by July poetry prompt from artwork titled, NIGHTSOUNDS by Amanda W Johnson
When Winter comes
I like the rain
I take out my blue umbrella
I go walking down the street
Avoiding puddles
In my warmest woollen coat
When Winter comes
I like the way
I can see my breath
fog up the window
When Winter comes
I like to sit by a cosy fire
somewhere nice and warm
Image drawn by Andrea Lew
A worm
wriggles out
onto the footpath
you wave it away
with your wide-brimmed hat
“wrong way”
you say,”
wrong way”
but as you
bend down
it is as still
as a strand of spaghetti
Image from Pexels
Hip hip hooray
It’s the King’s birthday
Raise a glass, cheer aloud
We all stand tall and proud
The bunting is flying high
As confetti fills the sky
Teas and hot scones galore
The jets let out a mighty roar
The bells of Big Ben chime and ring
We rejoice, ‘God Save the King’.
Artwork by Gemma Creegan
The winter chill is here
I feel it on my ears
My hands like ice
Soft wool feels nice
My fleecy jacket keeps me toasty
My cheeks are growing rosy
I look like a pink teddy bear
I feel warm so I don’t care
Image created by Gemma Creegan
Whether we wills or
Whether we won’ts
Whether we dos or
Whether we don’ts
Whether we oughts or
Whether we on’ts
It all depends on choice
Whether we shalls or
Whether we shan’ts
Whether we cans or
Whether we can’ts
Whether we mights or
Whether we man’ts
It all depends on choice
Choice is rather marvelous gift
It offers a moment to make a shift
To think through or guess
To say no or yes
To do right or wrong
To be weak or strong
To be good or bad
To be calm or mad
Whether we wins or whether we loses
Depends in the end on how we chooses
Choices by Andrew Plant
Image from Pixabay
Where to put the pot?
Under the bed
or on your head?
Where to put the pot?
..
Where to put the pot?
Behind the door
or on the floor?
Where to put the pot?
…
Where to put the pot?
I haven’t a clue,
what can I do?
I haven’t got a pot!
This poem is completely potty! by James Aitchison
Image from Pixabay
