_LIKE KOALA'S
Like Dophins,
Always sleep with half of your brain,
Glowering at nature’s grain,
You may be a koala for all fins,
For this arduous moments;
Will tell in the future’s ornaments.
For futurity is transient,
And waits for no one, from ancient...
Like Koalas, do more of sleeps,
But never forget, the river slips,
In your purviews;
Intensify your reviews_
For your views is an aplomb
A shallow nobby clomb!
Life is a tincture of action:
Rhyming with reaction—
The luminaria’s sight
The true sense of a falling light.
Nobby the Narwhal,
Lived in the sea,
He had the longest there ever could be.
Nobby's school was really quite small,
He had to take all of his lessons sat alone in the hall.
After school he would swim slowly home,
And spend each evening all alone in his room.
Every day he felt sadder than sad,
But his friends were the best and they told him things were not so bad.
The Head Teacher Mrs Dolphin who wore the nicest perfume,
Moved the school all around to make a perfect school room.
Nobby had his desk pushed to one side,
The classroom was made so that it was extra wide.
Nobby had to go into the classroom first,
But sitting alone in the hall had been much worse.
He sat with his tusk all along one side of the room,
He was so happy the days went by so fast like a racing car with a very loud vroom.
Nobby was good at numbers, spelling and reading, he loved looking at books,
He read ever one he could find and would reead it right to the end no matter how long it took.
Now Nobby is older he tells the younger children to do her best each day,
And that if they are sad just keep on trying there is always a way.
Nicknames
by Bob Moore 2019
I wonder when the nickname,
became a part of who we are
and that nickname, will stay with you
though you travel near and far
So Robert, we will call him Bob
and William we’ll call Bill
and John is just called Jack
and Phillip is called Phil
there’s Nobby Clarke, and Chalky White
and Dusty Miller too
and if you only have one leg,
then Stumpy is the name for you
I remember back in England
I had a good friend then
his name was Norman Dover
but we all just called him Ben
VICTOR, VICTOR
Victor, Victor
a son of a pioneer past,
and when the war drums
began a slow rhythmical beat,
and the loud pitched cry of “Cooee”
rang throughout our land,
for on the dotted line he signed,
then Victor packed his bags
and headed off to war.
a great adventure sought,
then up and onto beaches
in this foreign land
he scrambled ashore,
a bullet fired,
a bullet true,
a bullet claimed,
this young man’s life,
who once from Nobby hailed,
now resting,
now sleeping,
in an eternal peace
Victor, Victor became a soldier true.
Copyright © 2014 by Francis Cooper – Mac
To Nobby Clarke I made a pledge
that I would never give up trying,
surrender all things (short of dying!)
to find a rhyme for "Percy Sledge".
Old Nobby thought he had the edge!
But I, pure intellect applying,
the glory of the challenge eyeing,
came at it like a flying wedge!
I didn't need to drudge or dredge.
(It wasn't hard, there's no denying -
no saturnine poetic sighing,
like Keats beside his withered sedge).
Now Nob has more than funds to hedge.
Aware of rounds he'll soon be buying,
beer into which he'll soon be crying,
he's standing on his window ledge!