The Island

Not an island filled with holes,
But named by gospels inked in gold.
Lindisfarne was once called holy,
By the monks that lived within it’s priory,
Their home cut off by raging seas,
But a causeway comes at half past three.
So when the English walked the pass,
To attend the Priory’s Sunday mass,
As they crossed to the island judged,
For doing sins and doing good,
The foul are taken, engulfed by waves,
And the saints make passage to go and pray.
So if you cross with a conscience ill,
The isle may take you at it’s will.

This is my I poem for the A to Z challenge.
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

My A-Z is based on Northumberland, and the myths and monsters that lurk within. You may want to read a couple other poems in my challenge to get the gist.

Well this ones about ‘Holy Island’ or lindisfarne, an island off the coast of Northumberland that can be accessed by a road at certain times of the day. It’s home to books called the gospels and I decided to turn it into a murdering island.

I know I’ve fell behind, but I promise to catch up

The Haggis

Seen on dreary foggy days,
Across the glens the haggis play.
On Tuesday hunts with guns and hound,
They follow tracks left in the ground,
For 3 legged haggis raid farm and field,
Stealing sheep and oatmeal. These pests found in burrows and digs,
Look a little like baby pigs!
I assure you they aren’t half as sweet,
But in Scotland they are great to eat!

Desperately trying to get caught up, this poem comes from The Untold Stories of Scotland.

I know today is meant for J, but I fell behind due to juggling hospital visits and I’m due to start a new job on Monday. Very up and down time so a little cheating on the challenge is necessary.

My best friend once told me haggis were three legged creatures. I am incredibly gullible but I am not that bad, yet I still wrote this rhyme.

This is my H poem for the A to Z challenge.
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

The Grock

The Grock is not said but sung,
For the ‘R’ must roll right off the tongue,
There have been many stories said,
That he’ll grind your bones for his bread.
That he steals the sleeping out their room,
And takes them to awaiting doom. For Grock came from way up high,
When the beanstalk fell from the sky.
But be glad that there is only one,
For half the North would be gone!

Ok so I’m cheating a little to get caught up. But really this is where the rest of my a to z has come from. On a trip to Glasgow I was alone in a hotel room for a night and my mind wandered. The Untold Stories of Scotland is the result of such wandering.

Now I know alot of my followers have come across this poem, and the one I have coming up for H, but one of the great things about doing this challenge has been the amount of new visitors. And I’d love to share these little Scot inspired verses with them too.

This is my G poem for the A to Z challenge.
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

The Foreign

Across our land from East to west,
We built a great walled defense,
From the foreign who live beyond divide,
Of whom we do not speak their kind.
With thirst of blood and human flesh,
We stay behind our safety fence.
But when we cross, to our back it looms,
The wall becomes our grave and tomb.

This is my F poem for the A to Z challenge.
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

My A-Z is based on Northumberland, and the myths and monsters that lurk within. You may want to read a couple other poems in my challenge to get the gist.

This one comes from the story of Hadrian’s wall, and the fear of those that lurked beyond it. It’s hugely inspired by The wall in the game of thrones series and books, but it’s our wall and we had one first!!!

Alphabet Zoo – The Dung Beetle

For why you’d want to be a bug,
That spends it’s day rolling dung,
From camels cows and kangaroos,
This beetle collects and rolls it’s poos,
And stores it fresh in a hole,
For dinner, stews and casseroles,
Once he made a huge poo pie,
And invited round the bugs to try.
Cockroach he turned up his nose,
And said that pie just didn’t go,
Cricket said I won’t eat that,
Lady bird: ‘that will make me fat’,
The fly he said I don’t share my dung,
And beetle gagged and off he run.
The dung bug sighed and then he,
Thought and thought ‘well more for me’.

The Frog March

As I have an animal theme going throughout February for ‘Animal Zoo’, I remembered this frog themed poem from my 2012’s A-Z Challenge. I enjoyed reading It again, I hope you guys do too.

While your here and snooping around, why not check out Alphabet Zoo? You can find it in my catergories.

The Frog March.

Alphabet Zoo – The Ants

There’s Ants Inside our first enclosure,
It’s filled with near 10,000 soilders,
Exhibit 1; they’re first in line,
A tiny army fight zoo crime.
Lifting more than thrice their size,
And building forts in short of time.
An army like some small marines,
Led and captained by their queen.
Prepared for battle standing tall,
As workers build and repair the walls,
Our Small Ant Army, first defense,
I warn you not to scale our fence.
With pincered heads instead or swords,
Armored skin grown for war.
A man once caught who climbed the gate,
Soon he met horrific fate,
As he was soon caught and found,
And carried to their nest and mound.…

Alphabet Zoo

Todays the day we open our gates,
And welcome you on opening day,
So come inside alphabet zoo,
The name suggests a bit of a clue.
The animals here are from a to z,
Do not feed! they’ve all been fed.
The creatures here, all on show,
A little strange from what you know,
For our enclosures store so many beast,
That start from tiny to 100 feet.
A lion too that can not roar,
A water hog with not hoofs but paws,
An animal called a Rookaroo,
A monkey and a kangaroo.
A snake with legs a frog with wings,
A hive of bees that never sting,
Our zebra zing with 1 black stripe,
Another black it’s markings white.
The tour it starts at 10 past A,
I’m your guide, for everyday,
So join on in and walk right through,
I take you on to Alphabet Zoo.

Getting warmed up for the A-Z challenge with a little bit of light humored fun!

The Miss Muffet Murder

The Miss Muffet Murder

M is for Miss Muffet 

Little Miss Muffet,
Who sat on her tuffet,
Is a rotten great big liar,
Cos she committed a murder,
And the witness who heard her,
Was no other but the spider.

He said that the girl,
Eating curds from a bowl,
Had a strange and peculiar behaviour,
“I asked her the time,
Twas quarter past nine,
And it’s the last time I ask her a favour.”

“Cos little Miss Muffet,
Jumped up from her tuffet,
And shooed and brushed me away”
I then told the lady,
“Your acting quite strangely”,
Cos I wasn’t quite sure what to say.

“Well I got quite a fright,
As she seemed so uptight,
So I just decided to run.
But when I looked right behind me, 
She was trying to find me,
And from her pinny she pulled out a gun.”

“I looked all around,
Up high and on ground,
Till finally I hid in a web,
I then heard a shout,
A thump and a clout,
And saw Incy Wincy there dead.”

“Incy was hit,
By this little miss,
In a hate against us little creatures,
So don’t be drawn in,
By the lies she does spin,
Her cute and innocent features.”

This poem is for M of the A to Z Challenge

I’ve always wanted to do my own   Take on a nursery rhyme and here it is. I may do this again in the future with another well known rhyme, depending on how this one is received. So please comment and share your thoughts or Tweet me @AmyRichardson7