Margaret Kollmer Poems

Now Idi Amin was Big Daddy
And Saddam Hussein Bagh Daddy
Both Daddies are baddies
But another bad laddie
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Howdy, Ma, you said
the day ou came back
from the Border...
but it wasn't the dull
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A poem by my grandson, Gregory on a tortuous crossing of Van Zyl's Pass in Namibia by his father and brother in a 4 x 4 called Ntwa Dumela. Greg says his Dad's name, too, should have been Ntwa Dumela as he, too, is a lion who greets with fire! (I can vouch for that!)

Once there was a Landy
Which came in rather handy
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I didn't have much in my basket
Some veg. some bread, a magazine
It was bucketing outside
and my feet were damp and cold.
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Butterfly friend, how well do I know you
How long will you stay is the question I ask
Butterfly friend how well do you know me
How long will you love me
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Somewhere an eagle flies
soaring o'er the dappled skies of Africa
Somewhere a tortoise cries
ploughing through the vast disguise of Africa.
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Have you ever hung on a Judas tree?
You do that when you slander me.
You swing when cheat you do…and lie
And when your neighbours you deny.
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It eats soccer. It breathes soccer. It lives soccer. It fades when it's team fades and it blooms when it's team blooms. It has the letters S.W. permanently etched upon it's brain and it probably even arranges it's Monopoly money in S.W. formations. What is it, you ask? It's a soccer fan. You knew that, didn't you? But it isn't just any soccer fan. It is specifically a Sheffield Wednesday soccer fan. Or addict, for want of a better word.

Yes, of course, even I know about Liverpool, Everton, Arsenal and Man. United fans. They're the normal, run-of-the-mill type but Owls supporters are really Something Else!
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These are what are known as Tom Swifties.....

'It's YOUR turn to score the ham, ' Stella said cuttingly.
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Here’s a terrific game, testing your ingenuity with words:

You have to make up a story using consecutive letters of the Qwerty keyboard.
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