Wednesday 15 July 2015

Poem for a Not-So-Foolish Friend


Has anyone heard about Operation Christmas Child? It's an amazing organisation and I recommend looking into it . Click Here to find out more about them.

Anyway, awhile back I did a poem for a friend but, I've decided to change it. Well, here it is,

Miss Lucy

Miss Lucy is a friend of mine,
She lives in Gunnedah.
She has blue eyes and blond hair,
And has good manners.

Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,
She is a good friend.
Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,
A friend to the very end.

Miss Lucy, she doesn't bet,
And she's not Australian,
As of this she's no criminal,
For she comes from Britain.

Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,
She is a good friend.
Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,
A friend to the very end.

Miss Lucy, she's no criminal,
That's what I've heard tell.
She is tall, and reasonably young,
And has a good sense of smell.

Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,
She is a good friend.
Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,
A friend to the very end.

Miss Lucy is not the fighting type,
And often wears a jumper,
And unlike Halt, to cut her hair,
She goes to a hairdresser.

Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,
She is a good friend.
Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,
A friend to the very end.

A parody of Graybeard Halt
Parody of Old Joe Smoke
Parody of Old Joe Clark

Normally I refer to 'Miss Lucy' just as Lucy, but, for the purpose of the poem, Miss Lucy she is!

Sunday 12 July 2015

Riddle 4

I created this riddle yesterday, so I hope you don't work it out too soon.

What herb do you pick, peel, and eat?

Saturday 11 July 2015

Next Path Through the Trees

I don't normally give my characters nicknames by the way, they just happen to be handy in poetry.
 
 
The Path Through the Trees
 
It wasn't much earlier,
When Annette climbed a stone wall,
But then she was startled,
And had a very long fall.
 
Now as a future slave,
She came up with a good plan,
She would escape this ship,
Before one could yell out 'Ann!'
 


Sunday 5 July 2015

The Path Through the Trees Update

Sorry once more for being so late with this. I wrote this up this morning, so, sorry if it leaves a lot to be desired.
 
 
The Path Through the Trees 2
 
Lydia left for a hunt,
She was hunting for a deer,
But when she sighted one,
Smoke had filled her heart with fear.
 
Running down the mountain,
She was fearing for the worst,
And saw her kind Uncle
Hurt, so she jumped in headfirst.
 
Her dear Uncle was killed,
Twas for Lydia he bled.
Poor Lyd had a breakdown,
And then was hit on her head
By Jessica Penrose age 13
 
Hope this was good enough. Sorry if it wasn't.                                       

Riddle 3

Sorry I'm late. The Dillions who are a missionary family have been staying in our house with 5 kids and a screaming baby, this is the recipe for chaos.
Also, I guess the last riddle was a little too easy. So here is a slightly harder one.

I am taken from a mine, and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released and yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?