A Mixed Bag of Stuff and Nonsense

By Samantha McCulloch

I think Ive been composing silly rhymes forever. Its in my genes. I can remember as a child, sitting with my family in front of a log fire where we often composed together, short, slightly wacky poems. These sessions frequently started as a result of one or other of us needing help with a school poetry project. I must say, it was a lot of fun and some were rather good. I think one was written for my brother about the school bus, based on the man from Snowy river.

My first published poem was in the School Magazine written at the ripe old age of 13 was about a cannibal. I was very proud.

Much later in life, a bad job and boredom started me off again, and soon these rhymes began to collect in a pile in my desk. Inspiration may hit me on a train, bus or a waiting room. These rhymes were originally really only written for my own amusement. The cartoons followed later.

I was diagnosed with Early Parkinsons disease 9 years ago. Naturally this was a shock but I have since adjusted to the idea and although this has put some restrictions on my physical abilities, it has not curbed my active imagination.

Samantha McCulloch

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jan 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493131396

Samantha McCulloch

I think I’ve been composing silly rhymes forever. It’s in my genes. I can remember as a child, sitting with my family in front of a log fire where we often composed together, short, slightly wacky poems. These sessions frequently started as a result of one or other of us needing help with a school poetry project. I must say, it was a lot of fun and some were rather good. I think one was written for my brother about the school bus, based on “the man from Snowy river”.   My first published poem was “in the School Magazine” written at the ripe old age of 13 was about a cannibal. I was very proud.   Much later in life, a bad job and boredom started me off again, and soon these rhymes began to collect in a pile in my desk. Inspiration may hit me on a train, bus or a waiting room. These rhymes were originally really only written for my own amusement. The cartoons followed later.   I was diagnosed with Early Parkinson’s disease 9 years ago. Naturally this was a shock but I have since adjusted to the idea and although this has put some restrictions on my physical abilities, it has not curbed my active imagination.   Samantha McCulloch

Book preview

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BEANS

The baked bean and the coffee bean lived mostly in the kitchen.

Baked bean had a lot of gas and coffee bean was always twitchin’.

Although they shared a family name they did not associate.

In fact, for one another they had feeling close to hate.

Baked bean and his friends got canned and as you can guess, of course!

Giggled & told farty jokes and hung around in sauce.

Meanwhile the coffee bean society assumed their flavour was the best.

They discussed politics and thought they were a cut above the rest.

Their knew their clever conversations were extremely stimulating

as they sat ‘round anticipating their time for percolating.

Then one morning bright and early t’was time to meet their fate

at the breakfast table in a matching mug and plate.

With one swift slurp and one quick chomp together with some bun,

They began to feel all mixed up as they blended into one.

They slipped and slid and gurgled as they went down ‘round a bend,

and were shocked to find they were much the same

when they finally reached the end!

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A CHATTERBOX’S VIEWPOINT

There’s a gap in the fence on the edge of my tongue

where a bubble of babble is precariously hung.

I try to stop it from bursting but I’m afraid it’s in vain.

It’s just got explode and come out in a rain

of nonsensical words and gobbledegook

and