ANGELA THE CHICKEN

Robert:

This is a funny poem and a serious message, perfect for Easter.

Originally posted on The League Of Mental Men:

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Some people have two caravans,

Some people have two sheds,

But Angela the chicken,

Boasted her two heads!

 

Now Angie didn’t mind two heads,

She thought it rather cool,

One head could watch TV,

Whilst the other played the fool.

 

Yet some people, they were quite shocked,

To see a chicken thus,

Many would just look and stare,

When Ang was on the bus.

 

“She must have been a double yoke”,

Some types they said quite loud,

But Angie didn’t give two clucks,

In fact, she stayed quite proud.

 

So if you are, well, different,

If you are, say, odd,

Stay happy with the one you are,

Just smile and give a nod!

 

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Crossed buns

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There are periods of time around mid-morning when my mind seems to switch into standby mode. Maybe it’s to do with my blood sugar level. On this particular day I was experiencing a foggy head coupled with a difficulty to process words spoken to me.

Thoughts of a vanilla slice filled my mind as we drove to a local cake shop in Dulwich Hill. Heading past the savouries, I gazed longingly at the crisp, golden pastries, fruit tarts, croissants and brightly iced sponge squares.

A stout, pale skinned lady with red hair advised us that sour cherry was today’s special filling. After selecting one slice of tart and one of strudel the shop assistant enquired “any xing alse?” Noticing a lonely savoury egg tart on a cake stand atop the counter I pointed to it and requested the flan. The archetypal dinner lady purred “iz keeesh!”, “yes we’ll take that too” I replied. “Any xing alse?” she asked.

Spotting hot cross buns packaged in boxes of six my mind wandered to the early nineties, this matronly figure reminded of Iris with whom I briefly worked. “Hot cross buns please, two”, “better if buy six” she said, “yes two boxes please”. “any xing alse?”, “no, thank you”. I didn’t catch the next question as Iris look-a-like gestured in the direction of the coffee machine. I turned to my partner, “coffee?”, he thought this was very funny as I was being offered a carrier bag. Iris with the Eastern European sounding accent asked “vair you from?” ” I don’t know today, I’m all over the place”, I exclaimed with a laugh as I grabbed the purchases and beat a hasty retreat from the shop.

Caught up

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When the everyday pushes down,
Weighting shoulders, raising a frown,
Life seems to be a gloomy town.

Experience for me has shown,
Lifting spirits is all to own,
Take cares high above to be flown.

Memory clouds

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Forgotten photo I.D. in Sydney;
Misplaced memory triggered to dawn.
An afternoon years ago, friends of three;
Forgotten party tickets in Melbourne.
Emotions: panic; anger; disbelief.
Denominators: time; cabs; cash; relief.

Between worlds

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Ghostly gripping chill
Engulfing the land;
Eerie light and dark
Worm within without.

Time stands; hearts beat still;
None escape this gaze.
What phantom is this
With woe riddled words?

Hands a fraction move,
To break the silence,
Clouds clear to reveal
Rosy cheeks anew.