Monday, December 7, 2009

Santa's beard

Santa's Beard
By Marja Blom

One morning after a deep sleep
Santa Claus heard peep, peep, peep
Oh my, he said now that is weird
I think I've got a nest in my beard

Mrs Claus please take the bird away
He said to her with great dismay
Mrs Claus tried and she was curious
Why the bird became so furious

Then next to the bird in the beard
8 wiggly, wobbly eyes appeared
4 lovely tiny chicks came out
and started squealing very loud

Oh Santa dear I know what's best
These chicks will have to keep their nest
but you can't go out like that you know
That beard of yours will have to go

Hence Santa went to cut of his beard
But Santa without a beard looks weird
He bought a fake one and what's more
Santa did look better than before

Now kids if you give Santa's beard a pull
and discover that it's made of wool
You know now why, believe my words
It's because he had to save the birds

Sunday, December 6, 2009

A kiwi night before Christmas

Guest Poem

The New Zealand version of "The night before Christmas" by Yvonne Morrison

A Kiwi Night Before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas, and all round the bach
Not a possum was stirring; not one we could catch.
We left on the table a meat pie and beer,
In hopes that Santa Claus soon would be here.

We children were snuggled up in our bunk beds,
While dreams of pavlova danced in our heads;
And mum in her nightie, and dad in his shorts,
Had just settled down to watch TV sports.

When outside the bach such a ho-ha arose,
I woke up at once from my wonderful doze.
I ran straight to the sliding door, looking about,
Jumped out on the deck, and let out a shout.

The fairy lights dad had strung up around the door
Let me see everything down to the shore.
And what did I see, when I took a peep?
But a miniature tractor and eight tiny sheep.

With a little old driver, his dog on his knee.
I knew at once who this joker might be.
He patted his dog, and in a voice not unkind,
Cried "Good on ya, boy! Now, get in behind!

"Now, Flossy! now Fluffy! now Shaun and Shane!
On, Bossy! on, Buffy on, Jason and Wayne!
Up that red tree, to the top of the bach!
But mind you don't trample the vegetable patch."

So up on the roof those sheep quickly flew,
With the tractor of toys, Santa and his dog too.
As my sister awoke and I turn around,
In through the window he came with a bound.

He wore a black singlet and little white shorts,
And stuck on his feet were gumboots of course;
A sack full of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a postie just opening his pack.

His eyes right as paua shell - oh, how they twinkled!
Like an old tuatara, his skin was all wrinkled!
He had a wide face and a round, fat tummy,
That looked like he'd eaten lots that was yummy.

He spoke not a word, but got down on one knee,
And placed a cricket set under the tree,
A present for sis, one for dad, one for mum,
Then he turned and he winked and held up his thumb.

He jumped on his tractor, to his dog gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, as fast as a missile.
I called out "thanks," as he flew past the gate.
He called back: "Kia ora to all, and good on ya, mate."

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Paradise Island

Paradise Island
By Marja Blom

Pssst I played the most amazing game
Come a bit closer and I explain
I went to an Island on a ship
where kids can all day skate and skip

On the island I found a Teepee
and danced with Indians around a tree
To their chief I said Tag you're it
He chased me with a spear but didn't hit

I also met Alice from wonderland
I went to a tea party with her as a friend
We played with walking cards and Alice was better
 she even was better than the mad hatter

Than some pirates  threw me in the sea
after captain Hook played dice with me
I got saved from the sharks by Peter Pan
That was a great adventure, oh man

With tiny Tinklebell I flew a kite
Till Peter Pan brought me home that night
I told mum about all the games I played
She said; "Dreaming you do in bed. Off you go. It's late"

Monday, November 23, 2009

My dolls

My dolls
By Marja Blom

What a mess these toys she dares to say
she, who has never time to play
I'll tell you this you Miss O midy
You are the one who makes this place look untidy

What a snobbery, a snobbery
to want to do away
with these dolls of me
I confine in them, I dine with them

I drink a cup of tea with them
They play with me, they pray with me
They are patient when I talk oui oui
I am their mother, teacher friend

They've got all that time with me to spent
avec moi, with me, with me
They cuddle hug and snuggle me
At night when I'm alone in my bed

They look so pretty and cute to me
They are my dearest company
my dolls my friends to be

Sunday, November 22, 2009

The dancing frog

The dancing Frog
By Marja Blom

One, two three O'clock four O'clock rock
In Billie's garden lives a dancing frog
on rock 'n roll he is particularly fond
when Billie plays the guitar he jumps out of the pond

He plays "rock around the clock tonight"
Frog moves his hips to the left and to the right
The frog makes a nice big turn around
Then he hops in the air and down to the ground

The lady frogs think he is cool and fun
One day he decided to marry one
They had a big party and frog stole the show
He danced like Elvis Presley and he made a little bow

After the marriage his lady said "You hear,
No more dancing is that clear."
From now on you bring some flies on the table
and  jump  like a frog if you are able

But when Billie wakes up one day at night
He looks out of the window and sees to his delight
on a lily pad a fat frog shakes and twists
He went out with his guitar; frog can I assist?

Friday, November 20, 2009

Superman goes French

Superman goes French
By Marja Blom

Last week a rumour went through town
Superman goes French they said with a frown
Oh la la, bonjour and Au revoir he said
He holds a French stick and wears a beret

He uses the stick to hit the enemy on his head
but all what happens is he breaks the bread
In the wrong direction Superman flies
Because that French beret covers his eyes

Yesterday we saw him eating some Brie
With a French lady who called him Mon Amie
But that was before he dismantled a bomb in her flat
She wanted to distroy the world with that

Superman delivered her to the police
He saved the earth said a press release
Beret thrown away, rumour deleted
French stick eaten, mission completed

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Make a Limerick

A limerick is a five line poem which tends to be funny. The First, second and fifth line rhyme. The third and the fourth rhyme too. Often the first line starts with There was once  a.........

These ones I found on the web. The authors are unknown

A circus performer named Brian
Once smiled when he rode on a lion
They came back from the ride
But with Brian inside
And the smile on the face of the lion

A mouse in her room woke Miss Dowd
She was frightened, it must be allowed
Soon a happy thought hit her
To scare of the critter
She sat up in bed and meowed

Ok now it is my turn

There was once a man named Lee
Who got attacked by a bee
I don't want your money
Just give me your honey
Or I give you a sting in your knee

There was once a big cat called Dice
He said that he only eats mice
That's a lie she said loud
When cats blue tongue came out
I can tell that you've eaten my ice

Now you give it a try and please sent me one!

Saturday, November 14, 2009

A kiwi on clogs

A kiwi on clogs
by marja blom

A kiwi went to a psychologist one day
Kia Ora, the man said can I help you in any way
The kiwi dropped a tear and looked very sad
I hope so, he sighted because I feel very bad

I come only out at night because I am very shy
I'm supposed to be a bird but I cannot fly
But look at the bright side the man said, you see
If you could fly you could crash into a tree

I guess so but there is more to tell you the truth
When they talk about a kiwi they mean a human or a fruit
When I would stand out, I wouldn’t be shy, I wouldn’t weep
The psychologist went quiet and thought long and deep

Eureka, he said I can make you special as such
Because that’s what I am I am not a kiwi I am Dutch
Now put on these warm woollen kiwi socks
Then step into my shoes. Now you’re a kiwi on clogs

The kiwi went clickety clock with a smile on his beak
He got lots of attention the following week
Even better he is on the front page of the Press
A kiwi on clogs has been seen, it says

Thursday, November 12, 2009

The lost doll

photo Kim Anderson

The lost doll
by Marja Blom

“Mum we must go back, please” I pulled on mums skirt but she just kept going. She must understand that it means so much to me I thought.
“It is getting dark, we will check it out tomorrow” mum said and then she send me to bed. I tossed and turned. Maybe it is going to rain and then she gets all wet and they might take her and I never see her again.
In the morning I was dressed and ready in 5 minutes. A record I think but mum was a bit slow. “Come on mum no time to lose” When we arrived at school, I ran to the big tree. I looked and looked. No doll. I felt my muscles tightening, my heart bouncing. What do I do? My mum approached. “She is gone” I mumbled
“We ask the teacher” mum said with a caring and loving voice. She took my hand and I just followed ,not able to think anymore.

“Mrs Jens, lizzy lost her doll yesterday” It was sitting behind the big tree and she forgot to take it home. It is not there anymore. The doll means a lot to her. She got it from her father who lives in Spain for his job”
“Why did you place it behind the tree?”
“Because her arm was loose and her clothes were ripped, some children kept teasing me about it, so I let Doll wait for me.” I felt two big tears wandering down my cheeks.
“That is not very nice” said Mrs Jenny, “we see what we can do”
That afternoon Mrs Jenny and me were making a poster together” I drew my doll on a big piece of paper and Mrs Jenny wrote together with me “Lost: doll with blond curly hair and a red dress. The doll’s left arm is loose. Please contact Mrs Jenny phone 244567”.
she copied it and then we hang the posters on the wall and outside.

For days I didn’t hear anything. I didn’t feel like talking much. I felt I lost the only piece of dad I had.
He had brought it from Spain. He had tugged it in his jacket and she just smelled like him
“Lizzie” Suddenly I heard my name and I staggered towards Mrs Jenny. “Lizzie I’ve got good news” A lady opposite the school has found your doll’ She is out of town for a few days but she will bring your doll in next Monday”
I jumped and screamed “Yeeh, Oops sorry Mrs. Jenny”
“That’s all right” she laughed
I kept myself busy till it was Monday. I told everyone, even if they weren’t interested, that my doll was found. The girls who had teased me said “You wouldn’t want to find a doll back like that” I was too happy to get angry

On Monday at 5 past 10 a lady came in. She looked very dressed up and posh. We all sat in a circle and I had to step forwards. The lady handed over my doll. The arm was fixed and doll had new clothes on. I stared at it for a minute. She looked so good. I whispered thanks to the lady and smiled at her.
“That doll is so pretty she deserves an award” Mrs. Jenny handed out an award. We’ve got something else for you.
Over the heads of the nasty girls, whose mouth hang wide open I saw the door opening and I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Dad, dad” I screamed as I ran up to him. I jumped in his arms and he lifted me up.
“Oh my little one, I am never going to leave you anymore”.
I looked surprised and then looked at the teacher. “Mrs Jenny explained to the class “This lady here found Lizzy’s doll and called me. I told her that Lizzie got the doll from her dad who lives in Spain and that she was so sad” The lady called Lizzy’s mum to get the number from her dad because she wanted to make some new Spanish clothes for lizzie’s doll and asked if he could sent her some pictures” The lady continued “Yes Lizzie’s father got in touch with me and got my son on the phone who is a business man. They had a long chat and my son offered him a job”
I jumped up the lady and hugged her. “Oh you have to thank my son, dear” My eyes were wet and I only could see clouds. My mum suddenly stood next to me. “We will have a party tomorrow and take care of your doll Lizzy. She brings luck”

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Tongue twisters

Some tonguetwisters from Fox in Sock by Dr Seuss  I just love it.

Through three cheese trees three free fleas flew.
While these fleas flew, freezy breeze blew.
Freezy breeze made these three trees freeze.
Freezy trees made these trees' cheese freeze.
That's what made these three free fleas sneeze.

When beetles fight these battles in a bottle
 with their paddlesand the bottle's on a poodle
 and the poodle's eating noodles......they call this
a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodlebottle paddle battle.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Daisy and Bo

Daisy and Bo
By Marja Blom

Squeak, squeak, squeak and eek
These are the sounds I heard all week
Can somebody possibly go to the shed
And get a can of oil for that pet

Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, hatsjoe
I don’t get it, give me a clue
 Daisy is allergic to hair they said
and she really, really wanted a pet

We went to the black smith for that matter
He welded a pet for her together
One that wouldn’t cause any sneezes
He made it from scraps, from bits and pieces

For a tummy he used a cookie tin
He made a curly tail that you could spin
The antenna on his head is not for the show
It's for remote control that makes him go

Sneeze, squeak, sneeze, and squeak
Are the sounds I hear all week
Daisy, Daisy, I go crazy. One of you will have to go
That one is your pet, the one you called Bo

Daisy ran to the shed of the smith
Got the can and oiled the lid
It fell of the tin, a hairy mouse jumped out
He had some cookie crumbs on his snout

The sneezing stopped, the squeaking too
Daisy got crazy and shouted Yahoo
Happy as Larry our Daisy went
with Boo for a walk. What a happy end.

The seal

The Seal
Marja Blom

A seal is lying on the rocks
basking in the sun
Big brown eyes are looking at
the young ones who have fun

They topsy turvy tumble
Diving deep to catch a meal
than zoom up above the water
It's so good to be a seal