Monday, November 24, 2008

209.Duck for Cover!



'No sex please, we're British'! Isn't that a well-known saying? Anyway, this joke complies with the order!



DUCK FOR COVER!


A woman carrying a duck arrived to see the Vet.
She was crying very salty tears for Cuddles was her pet.
'Doctor! Doctor!' she wept and wailed ' Tell me it's not true!
Tell me that Cuddles isn't dead! I don't know what to do!'
The vet put on his stethescope and placed it on the bird,
But not the slightest beating of a little heart was heard.
'I'm very sorry, Madam' he very gently said
'I'm afraid I have to tell you that your little duck is dead.'
At this the woman went berserk; she loudly cried 'Boo hoo!'
Refusing to believe that the words he said were true.
She began to question, she began to plead
'Get me a second opinion! That is what I need!'
'Certainly, Madam, if you wish. I'll see what I can do.
Although my diagnosis is quite definitely true.'
He rang a bell, a handler came, with a Labrador on a lead.
The woman, I can tell you, was very surprised indeed!
She was even more astounded when the dog leapt on the table
And began to sniff her  little duck as fast as it was able.
It sniffed the head, it sniffed the tail, it even sniffed the feet.
No sniffing in the whole wide world was ever so complete.
It clambered down  and sadly shook its head from side to side,
Indicating that the duck, had, very surely, died.
After the dog a cat came in and clambered on the bed.
The woman was so speechless that not a word was said!
Again the duck was sniffed and sniffed, and even gently licked!
The woman wondered, as you would, what sort of vet she'd picked.
The handler took the cat away, and then, as you'd expect,
The vet soon gave her his account. She hoped it was correct.
Amazed she saw that she'd been charged five thousand dollars plus!
The vet said 'Twenty dollars is all that comes to us.
But I gave you what you wanted; I did my very best;
The Lab report and Cat scan accounted for the rest!'

Sunday, November 23, 2008

208. Ooops!


OOPS!


They call us the Land Down Under
But see! We're the Land Up Top!
Look at this! Is it any wonder
We think we're cream of the crop!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

207. The Parting of the Ways


                                                                    Magritte

(Written for the SIMPLY SNICKERS prompt. A SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS effort can be seen below.)


THE PARTING OF THE WAYS.



So you see a bird!



I aways knew we were incompatible!
How dull you are;
Seeing what you think you have to see.
Doing as you're told!
Your horizon limited by what you think you should see.
A mere human in a world of angels!
So bland, so conventional, so boring!


I'll give you the horizon;
That I also see.


But a bird?
Don't be absurd!



I see a grey, blotched wall
And an oddly-shaped window.
The top swoops down like a twister;
The left-hand side bears a startling resemblance
To a chimp begging for a kiss;
And, on the right, there's a hill
With an interesting cave.



I long to squeeze through that jagged window
And hover in that blue sky,
Like a bird.



But my own bird, not yours.



I'll pack my bags in the morning.

206. Good Riddance!

(An entry for SIMPLY SNICKERS can be seen above.)

The SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS theme this week is
GRATEFUL

GOOD RIDDANCE!

I'm grateful that when we came from the trees,
There was a certain element of cost.
One little bone remaining
As our jungle life was waning,
Reminded us of tails that we had lost.
Imagine if they hadn't disappeared!
And our tails were still in evidence today!
Our energy would flag
As we had to drape and drag
While the wretched thing kept getting in the way!
All designer clothes would need an aperture
Where the tail in all its glory could be seen!
Would we deck it out with bows
Maybe rows and rows and rows,
To enhance its perfect symmetry and sheen?
And insurance! There's another awful thought!
If we tripped each other up who then would pay?
We'd have to come to grips
With those tail-gating trips
As we found tails always getting in the way.
And tails would get so soggy in the rain
As they dragged in puddles as we walked along.
Each one would look a freak,
No more elegant and sleek,
The whole effect would be completely wrong!
I guess we might like hanging from the trees
A miniscule advantage, seems to me.
We might just hang and chat
Talking of this and that
But headaches might prevent verbosity.
A tail would be a hindrance, not a help.
The thought of it is absolutely hateful.
Evolution did us proud,
So now I say out loud
"I haven't got a tail and I am grateful!"

205. Double Drummer




My Blog 119 introduced my first Australian cicada, the Cherry Nose, and I explained that I once wrote a childrens' musical play called 'Cicada Circus'. In it the children dressed as well-known cicadas and formed a circus on-stage. Here is another 'character'.





CICADA NUMBER TWO

DOUBLE DRUMMER



Loud bangs frighten babies!
Well, they never frightened me!
And I loved to hear a thunder-storm
When I was two or three!
I liked to hear the saucepan lids
When they were clashed together.
I liked to hear the front door slam
When there was windy weather.
I liked to hide beneath my bed
And jump out shouting Boo!
And when my Dad bought me a drum
I yelled and screamed for two!
I've heard the loudest sounds there are
And never even cried!
But I've never heard a canon roar
From way down deep INSIDE!
Please put me in a canon
And shoot me in the air!
The noise will make the people scream
But I'm certain I wont care.
The audience will love it,
Though they cover up their ears
And, as for me, I'll be so thrilled
When I hear them give Three Cheers!

Friday, November 21, 2008

Extra! Extra!


THREE BLIND MICE!

C.E.Os
C.E.Os
All on the nose!
All on the nose!
They fly around in their private planes!
They never travel by cars or trains!
Should we make losses and they make gains?
C.E.Os.

204. Picking Lemons


I'm really quite in favour of marriage; there's always someone to unscrew jars! But jokes never favour the married state!



PICKING LEMONS




I saw her coming up the hill,
Mature but still attractive.
Not young, not old, just in between,
Healthy, strong and active.
I guessed she wanted work round here
And I'd plenty on the farm.
Taking on another hand
Wouldn't do me any harm.
But first I asked some questions.
Had she picked lemons before?
I knew that it was hard work
And her hands might get quite sore.
She answered 'I'm not very good
With oranges or limes,
But I'm great at picking lemons!



I've been divorced three times!