A hard one this week

[zondrae]

Hi all,

Well for those who have been writing to fit my poetry groups' weekly subject:,  we have a very challenging topic this time.

'the day the budgie flew up the chimney'

mmm there has to be a poem or two in this line. (but it may take some searching to find them)

[therese]

sounds interesting zondrae, but i have to do dinner, so i'll be back later!

[therese]

'the day the budgie flew up the chimney'

uncle ollies hobby,
is breeding pretty birds
he raises them from little eggs,
then teaches them some words

last spring, he was successful
his birds were quite fertile
all eggs, hatched healthy chicks
thoughts of profits, made him smile

decided on a different plan
he'd have an  'open day,'
neighbours bought their son along
to choose, for his birthday

now, 'darling' little robbie was a terror
he teased the local pets, both night and day
he would throw a right royal tantrum
whenever he didn't get his way

so, the day dawned bright and sunny
and the people crowded 'round
and robbie was delighted
for an audience he'd found

he yelled and screamed, and stamped his feet
he bashed upon the walls
and since most folks ignored him
he went running down the halls

he fiddled with the doors of the cages
opened them and left them swinging wide
birds were flying everywhere, twas bedlam
just lucky that the cages were inside

it took a while, but finally he caught them
all safely tucked away, indide their cage
while robbie sat next door, eating dinner
ollie searched for the last one, in a rage

he could hear it, but it wasn't in view,
he'd looked the house over, high and low
there was only one place left, he could see
it must be up the chimney...oh no!

he called the r.s.p.c.a. for help
they do this every day, he said
unluckily, they'd not seen it before
so they just stood, and scratched their heads

so then he called, the fire station
their opinion was, the wall jus had to go
he didn't want the bird to die in there
he told the fireys, they could make it so

with sledgehammers in hand, they got right to it
in no time flat, they'd half knocked down the wall
so much mess and noise, they didn't notice
the bird back in its cage, playing with its ball

now ollie has an ugly hole in his wall
it'll be there til hw saves enough money
for theres one thing, he'll never forget
the day the budgie flew up the chimney

therese mitchell  20/2/8

[zondrae]

Ok...this is a 'Bernie". that is write, post.- with no re read or re write. An instant poem but I'm pressed for time.
 The theme is 'the day the budgie flew up the chimney'. (I have added one word to help with metre)

Lovebirds
© Zondrae King (Corrimal) 02/08

All Mondays are just like each other
and Tuesday I find even more.
But if romance goes out the window
then love can go right out the door.

A bride from her mother needs lessons
on baking and housework and care
If romance piles up in a dwelling
then loving will always be there.

Romance can be something so simple
a look or a touch or a sigh.
If you try to include romance daily
there’s love in the sweet by and by.

When I was young I saw my parents
when watching us kids at our play
romancing each other in silence
and keeping their love strong this way.

We once had a pet bird named Joey.
We’d let him fly free but the day
the budgie flew right up the chimney
he, looking for love, flew away.

So if it is love you are wanting
romancing is where you should start.
For whether we’re younger or older,
we’re really all lovebirds at heart.

[therese]

great one zondrae.  and wise words to live by too!

[Irene]

Well, I started writing this the night you posted the topic Zondrae, but have taken this long to get around to finishing it!!!!
Do you think you can pick something easier next time?!?

The Day the Budgie Flew up the Chimney
© Irene Conner 21/02/08

She found them at the bottom of the cage one winter morn,
their little bodies shiv’ring and both looking quite forlorn.
She took them in and fed them, and they soon were sleek and fat,
and then they took to flying, and to sitting on her hat.

They’d fly around the lounge room leaving droppings everywhere.
They loved to eat your dinner or to snuggle in your hair.
And when you went to leave the house, such care you must employ –
the wife, she dearly loved those birds, they were her pride and joy.

One day as we were leaving for a holiday away
it seemed her little babies thought that it was time to play.
They wouldn’t go back in their cage, they madly flew around
‘til finally I caught just one – the other went to ground.

I hunted under tables, and beneath the old lounge chair,
I checked behind the curtain – I could kill that bird, I swear!!!!
Just then I saw a flash of blue, but gave a savage cry
as up the chimney place I saw that little mongrel fly!!!

I raced across the room and stuck my head straight up the hole –
to catch her little baby was my well-intentioned goal.
but soon we both were covered head to foot with soot and ash,
‘til out the top he bolted as my teeth began to gnash!!

Outside I stormed in fury as he gaily flew around.
I crept with towel in hand as he alighted on the ground.
A step or two in silence, and the towel flew through the air –
“I’ve got you now, you mongrel!!!” but the blighter wasn’t there!!!

He’d made a quick escape, and then he called me from the tree
and I was pretty worried as he played his game with me -
the wife would soon be ready, saying   ‘Let’s be on our way”
and I would have to tell her that her bird had flown away.

I grabbed the garden hose as he was landing on the car -
I knew that if they’re wet they couldn’t really fly too far.
I sprayed him on the bonnet, and I grabbed him in my hand,
I dropped the hose, and tripped and fell – we landed in the sand!

I held him, but he bit me, for I must have squeezed too hard –
the wife came running as she heard the yells from out the yard!
“My baby!! What’s he doing?! Don’t you dare let go of him!!”
I cringed as I could see her face was looking pretty grim.

I got a royal roasting when she heard my sorry tale.
She blamed it all on me of course – that happens without fail!
The day that flamin’ budgie flew right up our chimney place
was just a fine example of this husbands fall from grace!!!

Mind you, I did have some example to draw on - last year when we were heading off to Port Hedland, I was going crook at my husband because I was ready, and 'what on earth are you doing!?!?'. It seems he had fed the birds, but left the door open while he did so, and was then madly racing around trying to catch the one that got away!!!! With no luck, mind you!!! I held out some feed in a container, and walked into the cage with it while it was eating!!!!   

[therese]

LOL!  ripper yarn irene.  i love it

[zondrae]

Thanks girls,

our convenor, Tony, gets so excited when I bring along interstate entries. It is also great to have backups in case someone forgets, or has no inspiration, to do one of their own.