Sounds of Sunday

Sunday morning gardening sounds, I hear the roar of powered leaf blower

Six doors away clearing the grounds, I dream of when time passed much slower.

Raking up autumnal detritus, takes longer than done with Ryobi,

Though stroking might inflame arthritis, the method favoured in Nairobi.

The clip, clip, clip of secateurs, allows consideration of the plant,

The tool preferred by amateurs, pruning mistakes are rather scant.

The hedge trimmer, though electric powered, slashes and rips through new foliage,

Its volume is decibels louder, depends on charged battery voltage.

A swinging axe with chop ,chop, chop, takes time to take the dead limbs off,

A chain saw takes zilch time to lop, above the roar of two stoke cough.


My hat headstone -dverse

Akubra is the hat I love,

Mostly worn in Aussie bush.

Worn by pollies wanting a shove

To give poll ratings a favoured push

John Howard wore the Stockman style

On his scone looked like squished pie,

He wore it with a smirk or smile,

HIs policies were based on lies.

Barnaby Joyce the old bush cocky

Wears a style called Coober Pedy,

In marital stakes not so lucky

His passions loose, and far too needy.

But Scomo has eschewed the trend

A truckers cap he flaunts about

Stolen from Bunnings, they wouldn’t lend,

It fits him like a bogan lout.

My Akubra has seen better days,

Been battered by the scorching sun

Protecting me from solar rays

i decorate it just for fun.

It sports my old dog’s council tag

Reminds me of the joy he gave

and memories of a tail that wagged

Before departing for his grave.

for dverse poets at

‘Leave your hat on’

PC Felines – Catcalls


Love pats

We have two

They both miaow

Tho not PC for voluptuous cow

5 line stanza poem (more stanzas if you wish)
1;2;3;4;10 syllables for each successive line of the 1st; 3rd; 5th stanza etc; inverted for even numbered stanzas

Thylacine Tetractys

extinct Thylacine



Not now seen,

Amongst us now,

The Thylacine, hunted to extinction.

Used to be called Tasmania’s wild dog,

All traces lost,

Grainy pic

Haunts us




Through genes

Maybe hope

To once again

Re-engineer it’s foxy loping gait.


Can science make up for our past hunting?

Assuaging guilt.

It’s dead now.

Let it,


.dverse prompt
a 5 line stanza poem (more stanzas if you wish)
1;2;3;4;10 syllables for each successive line of the 1st; 3rd; 5th  stanza etc; inverted for even numbered stanzas

Ukrainian Stork – Ukrainian Story

Ciconia Ciconia – White Stork of Ukraine

Ciconia ciconia is found everywhere,

Black wings, white body red bill and legs,

Flies thru the air in rocket’s glare.

Looks for nest to lay its eggs.

Ciconia Nigra – Black Stork of Ukraine

Ciconia Nigra’s black body, white spots,

Found in Polisia and Mounts of Carpathia

O’er Kyiv, Lviv, Lutsk avoiding shots

Where Russia crushes democracia.

Japanese Encephalitis v Wuhan Virus

Japanese encephalitis now in Australia

Spread by mozzies from piggery

The pigs don’t know it’s not their failure

Nor carcasses stored through frigorie

But there’s no risk from eating pork

Migratory birds spread disease through water

Flooding means there’s more than ought.

Don’t take it from your dinner fork!

But why do the Japanese get the blame?

Covid 19 was Wuhan Virus

Seems to me it’s much the same

But not for PC spread amongst us

Vale Shane Warne

thehobarchinaman apologises in advance to readers who are not cricket lovers, I am and love the 5 day Test form of the game

I never liked Shane Warne that much

An Aussie lout seemed such a schmuck

His off field behaviour I found obscene

I thought he was a poncy queen.

His cricket aura was enhanced

His leg spin made Mike Gatting dance

Warne bowled a ball that was a mystery

It turned so far went into history.

In two twenty two youtube is viewed

Aficionados can tell what’s really true.

The ball drops down outside leg stump,

Takes out off stump with quite a thump.