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Poems From Tui - the "one minute" poems
JUNGLE PAYNE By Charlie Norton © 2006
I
first met Jungle Payne when to take my photo he came “He’s
really cool” I said (I’m no fool) So
Dad looked on the net for his name It
told us he sang and that he danced in a tent It
told us of Tui, so off we all went We
bought tickets from Carol and that’s how we’re here So
to all our new friends, have a happy New Year
Charlie Norton
FARM FEST By Marion Heinz © 2006
I’ve
heard there’s a farm out at Tui That
opens its gates for a hui And
for five days each year All
these townies appear To
make music for all within coo-ee They
bring in some portable dunnies And
the open-air kitchen is funny With
a coal range for water That
does what it oughta And
a shower to keep folks from humming Those
townies sing, dance and play guitars In
a marquee, with stage, on the long grass The
noise that prevails Could
dock a young tail But for we sheep, it’s all quite beyond us!
FUNNY BUNCH By Holly Norton © 2006
What a funny bunch we are A
funny bunch indeed Some
in tie-dye pants And
other just in jeans Armed
with tin whistles Or
a fiddle or two Yet
we all have to share The
same port-a-loos We
are all so different But
we all share one thing We
have gathered here at Tui
To play, talk, laugh and sing Holly Norton
HEY NONNY NONNY - THE FOLKIES RIPOSTE By Laurie Norton © 2006
At
Tui I’ve heard such music to soothe the savage ear All
played very civilly Am
I a confused cowboy or Goth or folkie Metallic
sounds like Dylan, Springsten like Trad, whoever he may be I
heard Orbison too But
the wind ………… Last
night I awoke with a start, the wind blew like billy-oh My tent lurched and so did my heart I needed a pee so up I got Braving
gales and squalls, to the loo I shot Free of the wind or so I thought, I did my business Laurie Norton But
all came to naught For
just as I started a rumbustious blow struck me in the loo, rocking to and fro From
the top of the hill the whole loo did topple At
the bottom I ended, the contents shaken like flies in a bottle Now
covered in --------------
(I leave the description up to you) I
pondered what to do. To whom could I complain of my dishevelled state I
headed for the gate Angry
and shaking, I bashed upon the door, “Look at me all covered in poop” I
ranted at folk maestro’s, Mr S and Mrs C Rose “Hang
on” said Steve, “I’ll go get the hose” “What’s
to do” I exclaimed with venom Carol
replied sweetly, “well for the smell we could squeeze a few lemons” I
want compensation for my sorry state. They fixed me with a beady stare “Well
we’re sorry mate, but it’s Hey Nonny Nonny No
refunds, too late!”
WITH THE BENEFIT OF HEINZ-IGHT By Anna Heinz © 2006
Well
brekky time at Tui Fest, the
stories all come out And
it’s hard to spot the grains of truth amongst the lies and jest But
the sun is out, the day is fine and Ruth is hard at work Making
pancakes for the festival mass and for hangovers like mine With
the benefit of hindsight, I can see it may have helped Had
I left the whiskey in the jar at several moments late last night But
too late now the deed is done and it’s wasteful to regret
‘Cos
the whiskey tasted great, teamed with chocolate, friends and fun ‘Course,
if we’d stuck to just one brand, my head might have been well And
not throbbing thickly as it is, wrapped round as with a fine steel band But
there were three we had to taste and having got the glasses out We
couldn’t miss the chance for crack or let fine whiskey go to waste So
we drank the New Year’s fresh advance and drank our own good health And
thought of all you good keen folk, in the marquee trying to dance And
we drank to Tui Festival, she’s a fine one, as we know Riding
steady in the water, buoyed with good times and goodwill
So
let’s raise a good strong coffee and let’s raise a good strong cheer May you all enjoy the Tui Fest and all come back next year
THE FAIRIES By Luca Ware © 2006
Fairies fly up Fairies
fly down Fairies
fly all around They
fly above us And
they be our guardians
CHRISTMAS BUTTERFLY By
Ariane Turton © 2006
Pretty little monarch Born
too early Before
your cocoon turned black Your
wings stayed crumbled So
you flutter and flutter But
cannot float on the breeze
Ariane Turton
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