Big Buster Rippon went fishing one day
and set out his tackle in such a display.
He cast out his line and sat down on a log
when over the bank sniffed a little black dog.
He looked down at Buster and twitched his small snout
at all of the maggots that wriggled about,
but right next to those standing tasty and tall
was a great pile of sandwiches waiting to fall.
Just as Buster stood up thinking he'd got a bite
the black dog rushed down thinking that he just might.
He snapped up a sandwich but while he was there
he kicked all the maggots up high in the air.
When coming back down most had landed in dirt
but about half a dozen went down Busters shirt.
He squealed like a pig and jumped up in a flash
then he landed in water and made a loud 'SPLASH'.
Peeping out from the reeds, Buster just turned to see
a little black dog where his snap used to be.
Monday, 30 April 2012
Saturday, 28 April 2012
BEWARE THE RABBIT
Millie had a rabbit, white of body, pink of eye
and so she called him Blackie, though no one could fathom why?
She took him right inside the house which mother did abhor.
He chewed the mat and used to leave small droppings on the floor.
Millie loved her bunny taking him were ere she went,
she even took him with her camping out in brothers tent.
Brother Billy was a bully and with Millie he would fight,
he decided he would scare her in his tent that very night.
When his sister was asleep he tip-toed right outside,
he took with him a big white sheet, for neath it he would hide.
He also had a little torch turned on beneath his chin,
then moaning and a-groaning he created such a din.
But Millie she slept heavy and she didn't even wake
but Blackie hearing noises for the outside he did make.
At first the only thing he saw was just a big white sheet
but after close inspection, sticking out were two pink feet.
With ten long toes just lying there and glowing in the night,
Blackie just thought 'carrots' and the big one he did bite.
Billy squealed out loudly, lost his balance and fell crash,
rolled down in the bull-rushes and in the pond went SPLASH!
Blackie back inside the tent touched Millie with his paw,
Millie just turned over, then she let out one big snore.
and so she called him Blackie, though no one could fathom why?
She took him right inside the house which mother did abhor.
He chewed the mat and used to leave small droppings on the floor.
Millie loved her bunny taking him were ere she went,
she even took him with her camping out in brothers tent.
Brother Billy was a bully and with Millie he would fight,
he decided he would scare her in his tent that very night.
When his sister was asleep he tip-toed right outside,
he took with him a big white sheet, for neath it he would hide.
He also had a little torch turned on beneath his chin,
then moaning and a-groaning he created such a din.
But Millie she slept heavy and she didn't even wake
but Blackie hearing noises for the outside he did make.
At first the only thing he saw was just a big white sheet
but after close inspection, sticking out were two pink feet.
With ten long toes just lying there and glowing in the night,
Blackie just thought 'carrots' and the big one he did bite.
Billy squealed out loudly, lost his balance and fell crash,
rolled down in the bull-rushes and in the pond went SPLASH!
Blackie back inside the tent touched Millie with his paw,
Millie just turned over, then she let out one big snore.
THE KINGFISHER
Colourful this graceful bird
reaching in the flowing brook.
Every move a tribal dance,
active in its search for food.
Trapping, flapping little fish
in its beak so razor sharp.
Vibrantly it gulps them down,
eager to be swooping on.
reaching in the flowing brook.
Every move a tribal dance,
active in its search for food.
Trapping, flapping little fish
in its beak so razor sharp.
Vibrantly it gulps them down,
eager to be swooping on.
EARLY MORNING GLORY
Early on an Autumn morn while frost still nips the flower stems,
the sun peeps through a spiders web and glistened water hangs like gems.
The trees adorned with colours rich, bronze , flaming red and yellow hue,
cast off their leaves for soon they sleep, awaiting Spring and shoots anew.
A squirrel leaps from branch to branch, an acrobat with bushy tail,
he scrambles down an ancient oak and searches for a nutty trail.
The twittering of bird-song , echoes through the frosty air.
Blue-tits darting to and fro beware the foxes lair.
This cunning creature, orange red, sleeps from his nightly prowl,
he dreams of victims passed and new, the rabbits, ducks and fowl.
A heron swoops towards the brook, a fish is what she spies,
she splashes in with beak alert and snatches up her prize.
The tiny fish, scales sparkling bright, just wriggles to break free
but disapears with one huge gulp and never more to be.
A magpie watching overhead calls to its nearby mate,
she flies to join him on his perch and sees the fishes fate.
Like book-ends painted black and white they sit upon the bough,
joined with a life-long partnership as in a sacred vow.
The suns warm rays dry out the frost, its droplets look forlorn,
impatient for another day when they will be reborn.
the sun peeps through a spiders web and glistened water hangs like gems.
The trees adorned with colours rich, bronze , flaming red and yellow hue,
cast off their leaves for soon they sleep, awaiting Spring and shoots anew.
A squirrel leaps from branch to branch, an acrobat with bushy tail,
he scrambles down an ancient oak and searches for a nutty trail.
The twittering of bird-song , echoes through the frosty air.
Blue-tits darting to and fro beware the foxes lair.
This cunning creature, orange red, sleeps from his nightly prowl,
he dreams of victims passed and new, the rabbits, ducks and fowl.
A heron swoops towards the brook, a fish is what she spies,
she splashes in with beak alert and snatches up her prize.
The tiny fish, scales sparkling bright, just wriggles to break free
but disapears with one huge gulp and never more to be.
A magpie watching overhead calls to its nearby mate,
she flies to join him on his perch and sees the fishes fate.
Like book-ends painted black and white they sit upon the bough,
joined with a life-long partnership as in a sacred vow.
The suns warm rays dry out the frost, its droplets look forlorn,
impatient for another day when they will be reborn.
MY SECRET GARDEN
Peaceful sheltered haven touched by a loving hand
cascading blooms on heavenly sun-trapped land.
Russling gossamer leaves blown by softening breeze,
angelic chimes heralding idyllic tactile trees.
Church window trellis framed by a sacred wall,
stained in floral tributes, radiant, twisting and tall.
Places to rest on pebbled flinted beach,
thoughts floating dreamlike skywards out of reach.
Beautiful baskets explode like colourful trumpets blast,
bridal bouquets from a marriage not destined to last.
Translucent water trickling slowly in terracotta urn,
cooling and soothing against relentless summer burn.
Sweet-peas rising as a phoenix on battered canes,
like scented butterflies on patchwork counterpanes.
Engrossed in nature its sensuous blessings abound,
a monastry of solitude where chants of birds resound.
A welcome getaway from life's stormy tide,
my lonely island, a perfect place to hide.
cascading blooms on heavenly sun-trapped land.
Russling gossamer leaves blown by softening breeze,
angelic chimes heralding idyllic tactile trees.
Church window trellis framed by a sacred wall,
stained in floral tributes, radiant, twisting and tall.
Places to rest on pebbled flinted beach,
thoughts floating dreamlike skywards out of reach.
Beautiful baskets explode like colourful trumpets blast,
bridal bouquets from a marriage not destined to last.
Translucent water trickling slowly in terracotta urn,
cooling and soothing against relentless summer burn.
Sweet-peas rising as a phoenix on battered canes,
like scented butterflies on patchwork counterpanes.
Engrossed in nature its sensuous blessings abound,
a monastry of solitude where chants of birds resound.
A welcome getaway from life's stormy tide,
my lonely island, a perfect place to hide.
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