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Egged On by Colin Thiele


Humpty Dumpt sat on the wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

Surely they knew that in such a place

Humpty would finish with egg on his face.


Source:  Fractured Fairytales & Ruptured Rhymes compiled by Ann Weld. Omnibus Books, 1990


The Bathroom Bunyip by Colin Thiele


There’s a bunyip in our bathroom,

A creature strange and rare,

We haven’t really seen him

But Tom insists he’s there.


When the bathroom floor’s awash

From our watery aftermath

He says, with cheeky chuckles,

“The bunyip’s had a bath.”


When suds pour everywhere

His wit has still more scope:

“Sure, the bunyip’s had a bath

And he’s used up al the soap.”


When the drainpipe overflows

It’s the bunyip’s fault again –

“He’s fallen down the plughole

And blocked the outlet drain.”


Until at last Mum’s patience

is an overflowing cup:

“The bunyip now,” she thunders,

“Will do the cleaning up.”


Source:  Beetle Soup: Australian Stories and Poems for Children compiled by Robin Morrow (Scholastic Australia, 1996)

Thongs are like footprints by Colin Thiele


Thongs are leftover footsoles.

They are a part of their owners,

More human and personal

Than shirts or underpants.


Though put aside for the moment

They give notice of feet returning,

A continuing presence.


Thongs have character –

Toemarks in gentle indentations

More certain than fingerprints,

And the pressure of heels.


Thongs serve endlessly

In bathroom and kitchen,

Backyard, laundry, and the newspaper shop

On Sunday morning.


Thongs leap about on beaches

Or lie discarded in the sand,

Dog-bitten and strap-ruptured

Among the happy people.


Thongs know the feel fo the ground;

They are like people’s footprints left lying around.

Source:  A second Australian Poetry Book compiled by Barbara Giles (Oxford University Press, 1983)