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A selection of quirky verse by local poet, Alda FREDDY THE FLY


Freddy the fly was a flyaway fly. He would fly so high, he could touch the sky. There with his eye on the pale moon’s face, He dreamed of a day he could fly into space. But he left all that for another day And lay on his back in the Milky Way Then with a leap he looped the loop And headed for Earth in a magical swoop. So much for Mars and shooting stars Freddy the fly was a flyaway star! For finally Freddy flew far too far And was shot in the eye by a shooting star! Alda


AUTUMN Decidjus trees are insidjus trees in the fall they leave all!


Alda


MICE are not nice unbenefactory in house or factory. Mice teeth bequeath ruin through chewin’. A mouse


came to our house – he did!


His name was Sid. Or was it Fred? Anyway, he’s dead.


Alda


The Worm’s Turn Along a cool and sheltered vale There crawled a worm without a tail. “I can’t go on”, he sadly cried. “It almost feels as if I’ve died.”


“Oh no”, the grinning blackbird said “You’re always alive until you’re dead. Listen to the sound of the birds above, Singing of the world and the life they love.”


“The owl hoots out with a hoot and a howl. The cuckoo cuckoos with a cuckoo or two. The woodpecker pecks with a pecky tattoo.


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The crow sings a song like a circular saw. The chaffinch spills all his musical marbles. The lark spins a filagree of silvery notes.” “That’s all very well” said the worm with a tear. “They are up there and I’m down here, You don’t really care about how I feel.” The blackbird grinned and finished his meal.


Alda


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