"Fay'  by  Trish

(Miss Gogglyahwock' 1995)

Dear Miss Gogglyahwock,

Was often taken by surprise,

You could always tell the state she was in,

by the look in her big round eyes.

For even the slightest thing

She'd puff and pant and stutter,

I mean what's the need for all the fuss,

When buying a bit of butter!

It may have been because,

As a little girl she got lost,

A kind lady found her,

But Miss Gogglyahwock's

Mother was cross.

"I told you where to turn,

Left, and a right, at the top,

Then count to twenty as you walked along

Till you came to the butcher's shop!"

Her mother then spoke, the language

Of Gogglyahwock world,

Just to be extra sure,

She'd definitely been heard

"Woggle, wiggle, beacon, gravel ,

Shaker, salt and old Ben,

Now poor Mr Gollyahwock'll have no dinner,

I'll never send you to the butcher's again"!

The news caused her daughter,

Not the least bit of grief,

although she didn't say so,

She breathed an enormous sigh...... of relief.

Tushie

WHAT'S THIS I SEE ?

"Egg On Feet'  by  Trish

What have we here? 

Trying to do its best

Searching far and wide,

Unable to find its nest?

And what's that I see,

An egg upon its feet!

Surely it's not possible,

To achieve such a feat?

What miracle balance!

A super human act,
Not to slip slide all over the place
And have an egg with a crack!

What's it all about? A fairy type of bird?
A King or an Emperor,
Who never speaks a word?
It's all too mysterious
I'm running out of luck!
The only way out of the mess,
Is to call it a little black duck!

By Trish 8/2/11

A FAMILY TALE

'Jenny'  by  Trish

Jenny used to visit me

I was happy when she was there.

I used to help her comb and brush

Her long lovely hair

If for one day she missed it,

There were tangles knots and tears,

She'd stamp her foot, say one day soon, 

I'll cut it above my ears'.

I haven't seen Jenny for a long time.

But someone, said, she still,

Has her lovely long hair and probably always will.

She became devoted ,

To admiration, looks and sighs,

Especially the looks, she used to see

In so many young mens' eyes.

Tushie 26/5/05

RIBBONS AND BOWS?

'???'  by  Trish

 (What Are These?)

They could be little rosebuds

Or even little balls

Or material for a costume

To wear at a local hall.

The black lines could be roadways,
Folk use each day for work,
Or it could be just decoration
For a party or a church.

It could be all of many things
shapes can tell a lot
But whatever it is, it isn't,
A lot of little dots.

Tushie 28/5/11

A BUTTERFLY CARESS

(In my garden)

'A Butterfly Caress'  by  Trish

One day I saw a butterfly

Flutter round me feet

I bent down to look at it

It brushed against my cheek

I said "hello there dear butterfly

Is everything alright?
You'd better beware of frogs and things

Hiding out of sight"

It was a most unusual Butterfly
Like nothing I'd seen before,

For a second it alighted and lingered

Near our old shed door.

Then, up, up, and away it flew,
Was it frightened by my words?
Or it could have been the flapping wings
Of a curious little bird.

Tushie 1988

NADIA

'Nadia'  by  Trish

When I was just four, Nadia Lester,
Was my very best friend.
One day she went away and I
Never saw her again.

I wrote her a long, long story,
But didn't know where she'd gone,
So I put the page in the letter box
And said, 'please take this to Nadia God.'

Tushie.

TO MY SUPRISE

'Learning to Manage'  by  Trish

One night upon my pillow I found a Gogglyahwock.

I wondered and wondered, how I knew what it was.

Soft, round, squiggly, the strangest little thing,

I turned it all about, it did have one wing.
Not a sign it gave me, not one single clue.
So I tucked it in beside me,
then remembered how I knew!
It's 'cause I'm a Gogglyahwock too!

Tushie