Please pick me up next, urged the book on the shelf, You must know that reading is good for your health: To be lost in a book is like getting a hug And isn't dependent on battery or plug.
You might think me pushy but I've waited ages For any kind reader to riffle my pages. You may feel you'd hate me but might be a lover: Remember you can't judge a book by its cover.
Folk not using bookmarks are one of my fears, They fold down my pages and give me dog ears. Now that I'm older, I'm weak in my spine But handle me gently and I'll be just fine.
On this shelf I've rubbed shoulders with books thick and thin But we found 'War and Peace' a bit hard to fit in. We had one of those library books come here to stay - It stayed one extra week, now there's four pounds to pay!
I was dazzled by sunlight when I was unboxed, So please pull down that blind or I'll be slightly foxed. I hope classic reading comes into your plans: I'm set in Times Roman and not Comic Sans!
This was my effort for prompt 47 (of 100) in John Gillard’s ‘Coffee Break Writing’.
T'was the last week of summer
And, down by the lake,
We hear the sad quack
Of a hungry old drake.
The grebes and the tufted ducks
Dabble and dive
But our poor drake is struggling
Just to survive.
The foraging moorhen Has plenty of luck, But that doesn't extend To the desolate duck.
In the woods, the grey squirrels Eat beech-nuts galore, But our poor drake is starving Down here on the shore.
I know what you’re thinking: ‘I’ll give him some bread!’ – But just one mouldy bread crust Can leave a duck dead.
This ode to a duck
Might not be the best,
But what were you expecting? -
I'm not Colin West!
Cartoon ducks drawn at Newmillerdam this morning. We didn’t see any drake mallards in breeding plumage, so my guess is that they’re all in eclipse plumage, and we’ll see their true colours appear in the autumn.
