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The Festive Kitty

An Itty Bitty Poem

By

Abbey Lane

 

Jingle bells jingle bells

 Our mother cooked a chook

Left it on the bench to cool

and paused to read a book—

 

Hey!

 

Cat jumped up, sniffed the air

and took a tiny taste

Then closed its eyes and lapped it up

that tasty chicken baste—

 

Hey!

 

Shoo shoo cat, don’t do that,

That’s our Christmas food.

Mother won’t be pleased at all,

‘twill mar her festive mood—

 

Hey!

 

‘Chicken, Abs?’ asked my mum

and Sis gave me the look.

I rubbed my tum. ‘It’s full of ham

and ain’t no room for chook.’

 

Hey!

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The Web Cleaner
by
Abbey Lane

Ever been the first day walker through the bush?

Verse/story is a work in progress . . . 


 

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Fluffies

By Abbey Lane

 

My Security Blanket

aka

Fluffies

 

I reached for my Fluffies but . . .

 . . . they weren’t there.

Nooooo!

 

Mum had scooped them up and thrown them in the wash.

But they were just right!

 

What was wrong with . . .

A little bit of dribble,

A little bit of dirt,

A little bit of kitty,

and farts from a squirt?

  

I pouted.

Being parted from my Fluffies was awful.

So, I found a way to stay in touch . . .

 

But when my Fluffies dried, they didn’t feel right.

How will I get to sleep?

I smiled and did what I had to do.

 

A little bit of dribble,

A little bit of dirt,

A little bit of kitty,

and farts from a squirt . . .

 

PERFECT!