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pretty mice all in a row

I dug the ground, I planted seed,
in the night, mice came to feed.
I bought more seed, planted again,
and in the night, yet more mice came.
Now I’m out of seed, and I’m out of nice,
I’ve laid the traps, and I’m planting mice.
and once I’ve planted a nice long row,
above the mice my seeds will grow.

and in ha’sonnet form for Stephen, here is the next episode:

I planted seed
all in a row.
The mice did feed,
no seed did grow.
Now planting mice
in rows all nice,
to feed the seed.


There is currently a mouse plague in western NSW. It’s not as bad here, but there are a lot more than usual. 


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T1’s Llama ha’sonnet

My twins are doing poetry in English at the moment, and they have to put together an anthology of their own poems, as well as analysing some poems.  This is a ha’sonnet Twin 1 (T1) wrote about our neighbour’s llamas, Devil (black) and Ghost (white), shown here lurking by moonlight:

Two llamas lurk
one dark, one light,
but both berserk,
gave mum a fright.
With stick-man legs
and big tall heads,
they make me laugh.



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Monday morning ha’sonnet: WFH

does have some good
for how else could
I sleep ‘til eight,
have breakfast late
and be on time! Continue reading


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sunday afternoon ha’ sonnet

A leafy nook,
a glass of wine,
throw in a book
for time that’s mine.
I’ve gone to ground,
hope I’m not found
when the kids look.


It’s starting to feel like the school holidays are never going to end! 

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Sunday morning ha’sonnet – “live free or die”

Live free or die
sounds heroic,
but please for my
sake be stoic –
don’t make me ask,
put on your mask.
Don’t choose for me. Continue reading


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broad beans

Tucked up so tight
in softest down,
a darling sight!
So green and round!
Too sweet they look
for me to cook.
I’ll eat them raw.


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Sunday morning summer ha’sonnets I

The cicada
song fills the air, Continue reading


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Sunday morning all-hallows day ha’sonnet

All ghosts away,
before the morn.
All-hallows day
brings bright new dawn
of all-healthy
and sugar free…
well, ’til Christmas.


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Friction does not oppose motion!

You can’t, of course
walk or drive, with
no friction force.
Please tell your kith
and tell your kin:
You can’t begin
without friction. Continue reading


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a statement of intent

Kiddies fiddling
with piggy’s hair? Continue reading


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