| From: Soft and Squashy® | 10/12/2001
11:19:17 |
| Subject: A Squashy Poem 4 U | post id: 22620 |
| A Squashy Christmas
Poem As I look out into my yard I take time to look and listen hard The frogs are giving their melodious calls And chirping blue wrens are like little fluff balls Off in the distance a peacock crows Oh dear there’s streaks on the door from Monty’s nose Honey eaters chatter and the chooks lay their eggs And here’s that bloody magpie with the baby that begs The shingle back lizard puts on a good show As he leisurely goes back to his wood pile hollow Noise from the Wild Life Park abounds A cacophony of animal language and sounds Fairy lights twinkle in the trees at night And the boobook owl contemplates a flight A walk in the night a walk in the day Man beast and bird all say “gidday” I love this special time of year Family and friends all full of good cheer A time for thanks a time to reflect And give our animal friends respect Merry Christmas fellow Scribblies I say unto you A fine group of people to correspond to. Thanks for making nature as interesting as it is entertaining. | |
| From: Regnans | 10/12/2001
13:16:42 |
| Subject: re: A Squashy Poem 4 U | post id:
22654 |
| From The Age, Thurs, Dec.
6th.Morning Poem I woke early one morning, the earth lay cool and still When suddenly a tiny bird perched on my window sill. He sang a song so lovely, so carefree and so gay, That slowly all my troubles began to slip away. He sang of far off places, of laughter and of fun, It seemed his very trilling brought up the morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers, crept slowly out of bed, Then gently shut the window and crushed his f...... head. I'm not a morning person. | |
| From: geoff d® | 10/12/2001
13:40:17 |
| Subject: re: A Squashy Poem 4 U | post id:
22655 |
| An alternate last couplet,
Regnans With crumbs of bread I coaxed it in And smashed its f... head right in. or I coaxed it in with crumbs of bread And slammed the window on its head. | |
| From: Chris Carol | 10/12/2001
19:59:12 |
| Subject: re: A Squashy Poem 4 U | post id:
22678 |
| By request of Quarrion (ergo…
blame her) The Christmas Shag Out the sticks, the back o’ Bourke, beyond the ol’ black stump Quarrion and Davidavid Were set upon a hump Of a camel that did sway & swing And spit into the soot And made them both to remark Soft and squashy, my foot!!. Why the heck are these two here? It’s all the fault of Sarah’s Mum Next time she has a great new tip She can stick it up on Scribbly Gum Or post it to Hans Legsnfeet And he can take this weary ride Upon this most unfavouring seat Which leave a pain upon your pride G-Wiz, it’s hot as hades You could fry yourself a snag This trip had best be worth it To find the elusive Christmas Shag That comes around but once a year JJ saw it long ago And has never been the same I fear But then, what would I know Grozzles packed the camera Bec has packed the lunch Boris packed the billy tea And Boxhead packs a punch Chris is watchin' dingo Lib is watching too Jagman’s watching Chrisy But that’s just between me and you A Joey came out a hoppin From deep within her mothers sack “Bloody sale of the century When will they get Glen Ridgeback” Quarrion did now lament I could be watching Jag Instead I’m out here hot and spent Searching for the Christmas shag But then the moment came And on a rock it stood The sparkling bird of paradise Better than a Christmas pud If only Sue were here to see Quarrion was to say As she grabbed the camera And began to snap away They all sent back a telegram To brag y’now, as you would But sometimes these messages Can be misunderstood It read I got a shag for Christmas Got photos of it too Will post them on the internet To show the lot of you That’s the tale for Christmas From deep parts in the outback May the flying fat man Bring you something in his sack And if your house is empty As it is for some You’ll always find a cheery smile Here at Scribbly Gum | |