Yellow-Heat

                                                 Bastida

MELLOW YELLOW MONDAY

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YELLOW HEAT

White heat is something we hear about,

But what about the yellow?

This is the hottest of pictures,

Devoid of the mild and mellow.

The hot pink face beneath the brim

Of the heavy yellow hat

Echoes the gold of surrounding fields

That she is looking at.

The yellow sunshade does nothing

To lessen the beating rays,

And everything is yellow-hot

Wherever she may gaze.

But the hottest thing in the picture

Is the heavy yellow dress;

Coping with all the petticoats

Must cause intense duress.

I long to offer a bikini

But I think she would be shocked!

How our ancestors suffered

From being over-frocked!

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                                             Lissa

READER RABBIT

(A poem for children)

Rosie Rabbit loved to read.

Mother called? She'd pay no heed.

She was reading, as a rule,

When it was time to go to school!

She would not get out of bed;

Reading fairy-tales instead.

With ears pricked-up she would devour

Words and pictures by the hour.

She was given many warnings,

But wouldn't get up in the mornings.

In the end the family

Said 'Ignore her. Let her be.'

So Rosie read for days and days

Happy in her lazy ways.

Outside her window grew a tree

Which Rosie didn't even see!

After all, she didn't look;

 She was too deep in a book.

Her window had been opened wide

And branches soon grew right inside!

Shoots and leaves began to grow

In her room, above, below!

To the ceiling! To the floor!

Where shoots had never been before!

Still Rosie read and read and read

Propped up on cushions on her bed!

Finally the book was closed.

 Rosie closed her eyes and dozed.

When she woke how changed the scene!

She was quite encased in green!

The tree had covered up her bed

While she had read and read and read!

At first she thought it was a dream;

Then she gave a great big scream.

'Mummy! Mummy! Rescue me!

My bed is covered by a tree!'

They cut her out and Rosie said

'In future, I'll get out of bed.'

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