Sunday, February 25, 2007

The NUNDERS [ We'll Count ]


The NUNDERS:

We'll count like we never counted before

(A Performance Poem)

Hi -Yer maths and nunder numbers!
Nunder numbers, nunder numbers Lo!
I'm sick of numbers being so uniform
Unicorn, luniform, uniform, cuneiform
I'm sick of numbers being the same.

Why can't two plus too be three ?
El-Heaven be four plus seven?
Three-score be sixty one bar one?
And Ten equal to then - less a haitch?

I need to be added on a different scale
I want to count like one in ten.

Let Math-matics mind the attic
Toss Arith-matic in the skip
Sweet Algebra won't multiply
In a jot of just half a tittle.

Give us an ump
for the enth degree
At the piffleteenth hour
in umpteenth time
A skip or two till
eleventy's done to nothing.
Add up some-ones,
multiply ate by hungry
till the count is
a poofteenth zillion in mind
Take away a
tiddle you first thought of
See!
You've got the Nunders of number!


NUNDERS!

(here you hold up both hands with the fingers spread and count in the gaps)

"Wel. Ump. Der. Ruh. Mm. Yer. Beh. En. Ah. Yuno."

All the gaps between the digits on each hand
Are nunders, like impedediments in s.s.sp.speech.

Not numberdread! We need nunders.
Numberdread, numberdread, hunderdread
Numb-dread, Hun-dread,
Numberdread isn't funny!
Humero, numero, numerophobia can be fixed!

I'm sick of numbers being
so so uniform
I'm uncounted in numberosis,
Oh Oh bummertosis
Fancy being scared of the Huns !
Won Hun Dread! Too Hun Dread! Three Hun Dread!
Counting, calculating till None Hun Dread and None
Because! All the Huns are dead with one
Single grain of 'Thou' sand !

Ebbtimer, ebbtimer, oo, oo, oo,
Ebbtimer, ebbtimer, oo, oo, oo!

Ebbtimer, ebbtimer oo, oo, oo.
Ebbtimer ebbtimer oo, oo, oo.
The nunders, the nunders,
the nunders in be tween:

( here you hold up both hands with fingers spread and count in the gaps)

Weltween, Umbtween, Dertween, Ruhtween, Mmtween,
Yertween, Behtween, Entween. Ahtween, Yuno-tween."

Between One and infinity there's lot nots of numbers
Tween one and affinity there's numbers at sea;
Tween one and infinity there's numbers like fishes
With fins to infinity free.

With fins to infinity free, me dear, me dare,
Me near, me there, with fins to finity free.
Tween One and affinity there's lot knots of numbers
To finish at finity free,

Affinity free ? Affinity free !
Fishing the finishing numbers to nought.
We'll finish at finity free, my dear
With the big one ( ) “THE BIG ONE

We'll throw back the tads
Get rid of the smidgeons
We'll fish at finity free, my dear
With the big one " Affinity" caught.

One der of wonders between all the numbers
We'll count like we never counted before:

( here you hold up both hands with fingers spread and count in the gaps)

"WEL, UMB, DER, RUH, MM, YER, BEH, EN, AH, YUNO."


August 1993 © Wayne David Knoll

Fusion Arts Colony ‘'The Mansions'‘ Malmsbury Victoria




Thursday, February 22, 2007

Joe's

January


January
is near
the rounda-rounda
slide

January
is over
the mud
custard

January
is only
twentyfive times
as big as
the house

If I run
twentyfive times
around the house
it will be
January

January is
my birthday.



1994 © Wayne David Knoll

Malmsbury , Victoria

Gocoloco: The Monster

GOCOLOCO

It wheezes, grunts and snorts its nose
It trundles: - its belly tightly under
It spins its legs by the hundreds
Foot-stepping thuds to thunder.

Its back - hard iron and shiny
Its head: - smooth steel and sheer
Its tail curves back along its track

I
n a roar - a sizing up of fear.

One great eye stares head-on far,
straight as a wild rhino, tearing;
Its broad brow glows like a star
Its Horn lowering in glory.

It comes at speed and pouncing
It shakes the ground it gains
Stones and rails go bouncing

For the train.


1994 © Wayne David Knoll
(written after a Bendigo Line steam train went through)

Malmsbury, Victoria

Monday, February 19, 2007

Wobblebum the Wombat

by Wayne David Knoll © 1995
Malmsbury, Victoria
Wobblebum the wombat
went for a walk
wobble wobble walk walk
wobble bum bum

Wobblebum the wombat
went for a walk
wobble wobble walk walk
wobble bum bum


Wobblebum the wombat
went for a walk
wobble wobble walk walk
wobble bum bum

Wobblebum the wombat
went for a walk
wobble wobble walk walk
wobble bum bum


Wobblebum the wombat
went for a walk
wobble wobble walk walk
wobble bum bum


.....
...
.....
.

Cold Custard

For my brother Melvyn who hated cold custard


Cold custard
Cold custard
I love
Custard cold

With mustard
With mustard !
And covered
In mold !

Cold custard
Cold custard
And a sog of
squogglumpy pie

All slushy
And busted
And squashed
In your eye

© Wayne David Knoll 1988

Spinach Moose

by Wayne David Knoll © 1987/1995

Yesterday evening
a ginormous moose
drank up all
my orange juice

He came right in
to the kitchen,
he just BARGED in,
and didn't say 'Please'.

So when he was
quite finished
I offered him
no more

But made him eat
my spinach
and sent him out
the door!

( - performed with a bulls horn blast to finish! )

Ba Banana!

Ba !

I hadda Ba !
Hadda banana
Looked like a duck
Looked like a l'il duck
Good luck

I hadda Ba !
Hadda Banana
Looked like a porpoise
Looked like a porpoise
As though on purpose

I hadda Ba !
Hadda banana
Looked like a platypus
Like a itty bitty platypus
That eat worms, no wuss

I hadda Ba !
Hadda banana
Looked like a gun
Looked like a gun
No fun

I hadda Ba !
Hadda banana
Din't look like a friend
Din't look like a friend
So I eat it: The End.


© Wayne David Knoll September 1995
FROLLUM


The FROLLUM is a hairy beast
Who lives inside our fridge
He eats up all the leftovers
That haven't any lids


His hair is blue, his beard is grey
His whiskers sleek and long
Not an ear nor eye he has
But his nose, his NOSE !


FROLLUM's shy! He tries to hide
But if he's in there I can tell
Cause every time I open up
I can't believe the SMELL !


October 1993 © Wayne David Knoll Malmsbury Victoria

Yickery Sickery

Composed for my children when they were young


Hickory, dickery, dog
The mouse fell in the bog
Its foot got stuck
In all the muck
Hickory, dickery, dog.

and added to

Biggery, higgery hog
The mouse put on a clog
But it couldn't shove
It couldn't move
Biggory, higgery hog.


Yickery, sickery, sock!
The stink was such a shock:
Mouse took off the shoe.
And we said 'Phiew Peeoo!'
Yickery! Sickery! Knockout!


1986-1996 Wayne David Knoll, Trentham Victoria

Mosquito Scream

( My Cruel Song )

I'm Cruel! I love to hear
The mobs of mosquitoes
When they whine
Outside the screen;


For I have no pain
To feel, or diagnose!
Unbit, I rest... and I
Listen to them scream.


May 1996 © Wayne David Knoll,
Brisbane QLD

Mosquito Music

Music for the Band ‘Mosquito’

In concert, the band 'Mosquito'
Whine and dine the night away
The searing wild noise they play
Only costs the blood you pay.

Sing along with the ‘Mosquito’
Hum it, strum the air guitar on air
The sucking stream of liquid music
Is the blood botherhood you share

Sing the song of the Mosquito
Cry the night into a dark lullaby
That irritating sing-song sound
Is eating your blood! Goodbye!


May 1996 © Wayne David Knoll,
Brisbane Queensland