or perhaps tomorrow,
create a poem about
the necessity of
what some have called
spellchecking…..
I would try hard,
yes, very hard
to not make any,
not even one
ooooops, new mistake.
Apostrophes do have,
no doubt, their followers.
And many do not know
a teenie thing about them.
It’s such a shame
this crazy game,
which has its value
in daily life.
And many do not know,
they are such failures
when it comes to spelling
and grammar, it eludes them,
I wonder what it is?
the straight and narrowinto the wilderness of Kruger Park.It was his God he feared.No man or beast would everfrighten this simple servant of the Lord.Thus he admired the agilityof the gazelle, and even wildebeests,was very fond of leopards and hyenas,they were God’s creatures, after alland lived in harmony.Killing of prey was done after a planthat…
to look at heavy clouds of desert dustwhich seemed to travel atan ungodly rate of speeeeeeeeeeed,through cacti, laughing at balls oftumbling spinifex and gray, bedazzled hares,blinded by Daimler high beams.It was action that even Silver Moon,who had seen practically everythingwas unwilling to ignore, struth and all,with sharp and calculating eyes,and cold-blooded cognitive abilityit took just…
Annemonen und Rosendie die Nase liebkosenin den grossen australischen Tue(d) en.Wir haben sie angebundenan die grossen und eifoermig runden,die Ballons voll mit Gasund im tropischen Grasapplaudiert von uns Menschen und Hunden,losgelassen so dass sie schnell fliegen(obwohl sie doch zwei Kilo wiegen)so gen Norden dann links,bei der Bude von Rinksund dem Hof mit den jammernden Ziegen.Na…
He lives inside the shearer’s shedhere, in the land of lucky Oz.When Cecil, armed with sharpened shearsarrives to cut the wolly fleece,still overhung from all those beersthat every night, for stress releasehe and his mates consume with noise.A shearer’s life will sort the menfrom poofters and from scrawny boys,and, on a scale form one to…
we both could never look like fools,you balked and squinted then my waybut in the end it was okay.We wandered down that path, first youwhen all the bracken still had dewreciting to the forest’s treessuch wondrous poems, and the breezeembraced our sentiments and wordspresenting them to waiting birdswho turned the poems into songsthe forest soon…
Harry sat but hardly shat,because his wife was bitter.She had a sour face all dayand nights she turned the tables,when Harry had big hopes to playshe sent him to the stables.One day when Harry was alonehe went out to the Dunny,hung up a sign, said Harry’s Throneand giggled, it was funny.When Mary came to see…
