‘Roly-Poly’ and Other Poetry by Sheri-Ann O’Shea The Society March 24, 2016 Humor, Poetry 4 Comments Roly-Poly Talking on the telephone, a mother missed her baby Wait a sec, I’ll go and check And call you back, Jack, Maybe? Walking down the passageway, she thought she heard a noise She slid a paw around the door And looked in on Her boys. She saw Bubs first, then Ben, who said, as she began to scold him I didn’t pick up little Nick I never did; I Rolled him! A Toddler of Renown Young Malachy’s a biter A toddler of renown For whom bite is a transitive verb And never just a noun. And when he goes to bed at night This is what you’ll hear – “Goodnight, sleep tight, my little one Don’t bite the bed bugs, dear!” Crocodile Craze My Uncle Bert brought home a crocodile They travelled in the very best of style Because he had no box in which to pack it And trusted that it wouldn’t make a racket He stepped aboard the train and found a seat And tucked the beastie up behind his feet (Although it was a juvenile Croc He thought he’d save the Public from a shock) His sons, when first they saw it, were ecstatic But Mother’s disapproval was emphatic “A crocodile?” she scolded, “don’t be daft, love!” He said, “I plan to keep it in the bathtub.” They soon found that, to fill their new pet’s belly, They had to let his meat go slightly smelly Perhaps this took the edge off their enjoyment And made them want to find him new employment However that may be, one thing is plain They’ll not loan out their bathtub soon again! Sheri-Ann O’Shea is a South African-born teacher, now living in Brisbane, Australia with her husband and three lively boys. Featured Image: “Deliverance” painting by Teresa Elliott. Related Post ‘Dryads’ Winter Lament’ by Wandi Zhu As autumn breezes blow away The warmth of summer’s sun, Then shortened is the light of day When we had danced as one. The prelude to the... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 4 Responses Joseph Charles MacKenzie March 25, 2016 These are treasures of seasoned craftsmanship, behind the humor which is utterly delightful, and dare I say refreshing in our cynical world. The authenticity of the domestic life shines through marvelously. The trick, the genius, shall we say, consists in the appearance of ease with which the tight economy of these smaller verse forms normally hinders. But Mrs. O’Shea has handled this concision to perfection. Much to learn here, even for a poet of long standing as myself. My compliments to the editorial board for these little gems which are really quite large in the memory. Reply Sheri-Ann O'Shea March 27, 2016 My thanks for your appreciation. I delight in the challenge of fitting thought to form, and find that many curious results come of the word association game to which meter and rhyme oblige the writer. Reply Reid McGrath March 27, 2016 Superb and succinct, Mrs. O’Shea. Being myself a brother of one, who, in his youth, sported innumerable chubby chins, and who was quite round to boot, and who loved to chew on corners of lacquered wood, and who me and my sister would have to transport places, I am especially enamored of “Roly-Poly.” Reply Sheri-Ann O'Shea March 29, 2016 I am pleased to have touched a chord. What do we write about, but human experience? Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.