Nelson The Amazing, The One Eyed Turkey Magician

Nelson the Amazing

The one eyed turkey magician.

Down at the bottom of the garden

On a hot and sunny day

The mother hen and turkeys are laying

While their little, spring chick’s play.

Today the hen and turkey chicks

are putting on a show.

Each must have a talent

Or show off what they know.

Clara’s a ballerina and

Petal’s being funny.

But Nelson doesn’t know

Of anything to be.

He’d show off his balancing

But Nick is doing that.

He’d do his impressions,

but he can only be a cat.

He’d run very fast but

he’d run straight off the stage.

He’d do an escaping act

but he doesn’t have a cage.

Poor little Nelson

is really in a muddle.

He’s feeling quite sad

So sits down in a puddle.

 “Oh what, oh what, oh what

could my special talent be?

I don’t do anything special,

And everyone will see.”

Then an idea clicks

in the little, spring chicks head.

He remembers something

his mother had once said.

“You’re Nelson the turkey chick

and you may only have one eye.

But you can do anything, yes you can

if only you just try.”

“I may not do anything special now”

says a chick on a mission.

But I’m sure I can learn in time

how to be a magician.

“What do magicians need?”

The little turkey thought.

A cape, a hat and a wand

and he knew just the sort.

First he ran to the edge

of the nearby pond.

There he found a fallen stick,

that was perfect for a wand.

He went to the laying box

where the mothers were all sat.

He asked them for half an egg shell,

perfect for a hat.

Now just one thing was left,

he needed a magician’s cape.

For that he went in search

of the Farmers wife’s old drape.

When he found the fabric

he pecked off a little bit.

He wrapped it round his shoulders,

and was happy with the fit.

Now he did looked ready

to put on a magic show.

But he had to learn some magic

before he could go.

“Abracadabra” he said

As he gave his wand a flick.

But nothing happened and he knew

 he’d need a better trick. 

Meanwhile, all the chicks and mothers

were getting ready in their chairs.

The first act was by the stage

at the bottom of the stairs.

When every chick had took their turn

and had gotten lots of cheers,

Clara said it was time for Nelson,

but he had disappeared!

Clara shouted out his name:

Once, twice and a third.

But no one could see a thing

of the little turkey bird.

Then with a mighty bang

and a cloud of magic smoke,

Nelson was standing on the stage,

and this is what he spoke…

“I am Nelson the Amazing,

the one eyed turkey magician.

I disappeared and coming back

was my very special mission.”

Then, each and every bird

in each and every row,

stood up and clapped their wings

 for the best chick in the show.

Nelson The One Eyed Turkey Chick

Down at the bottom of the garden,

On a hot and sunny day,

The mother hens’ and turkeys’ are laying

As their little, spring chicks play.

The turkey chicks on one team,

The yellow hens on another,

They all play hide and seek

All but one turkey brother.

“Why won’t you let me play?”

Asks the little turkey chick.

“I may have only one eye,

But I’m just as strong and quick.”

“No you cannot play Nelson”

says a mean hen whose trying to fly.

“Seekers need to see very well,

And you have only one eye.”

Nelson is sad he can’t join in

And goes to ask his mother

Why won’t the other chicks play

With their one eyed turkey brother?

His mother says “Don’t be sad,

The others are young and do not know

What I’m about to tell you,

But they will learn as they grow…

You’re nelson the Turkey chick

And you may only have one eye

But you can do anything, yes you can

If only you just try.”

With a spring in his step, a smile

And a twinkle in his eye,

Nelson goes to find the others

But stops when he hears a terrible cry.

“Help!” Shouts a scared little chick.

Nelson rushes to where he sees

A helpless chick named Clara has fallen

In the pond behind the tree’s.

“I’ll run for help.” Calls nelson.

But Clara shouts “There’s no time,

I cannot swim, you must help,

I know you’ll do just fine.”

He looks around with his one eye

And spots a very long stick.

He puts it in the water and holding tight

Yells “Grab it Clara. Quick!”

As Nelson pulls Clara free

All the mothers and chicks come running.

They had heard the shouts and screams

But weren’t prepared for a sight so stunning.

“Oh Nelson, you saved me.”

Says Clara, beaming from ear to ear.

“With you around Nelson,

I’ll never have to fear.”

All the little chicks

Who hadn’t wanted him to play

Were now all cheering for

the chick who’d saved the day.

Nelson was so happy,

Now everyone would know.

He really could do anything

Just as his mum had told him so.

That night as his mother tucked him in,

And the Farmers’ wife shut the door

Nelson said something to himself

Of which he was sure.

“I’m nelson the Turkey chick

And I may only have one eye.

But I can do anything, yes I can,

If only I just try.”

Sand Castles and Empty Shells

Days after and I’m still finding grains of sand,

Each little piece is a memo of that time.

They remind me of what has been,

of a day that was yours and mine.

I sit and reminisce;

feel the sand beneath my feet,

the sounds of a rolling tide,

smiles on every face we’d greet.

I built sand castles.

You knocked them down.

You were never as so happy

as when you were playing the clever clown.

But your biggest joke of all,

was to knock down my biggest one,

the one built from dreams,

hopes for what would come.

On the counter there’s a shell

that you picked up off the shore.

You said I’d hear the ocean if I put it to my ear,

but the sound’s not there anymore.

Instead the shell is empty,

just like my heart and home.

Yes, you left me with an empty shell,

and so distraught, I sit alone.

Justice In Tottenham?

One Thursday night and a man’s shot dead.

Rumours are saying he was shot in the head.

The people are outraged so take to the streets;

Shout out their cause at the press that they greet.

“Where’s the justice? We want justice.” They shout.

They want to know how it came about.

Why did he end up cold on the ground?

Why did the police let their gun shots sound?

Then one young girl throws a police-aimed rock

And then like sheep, they turn a violent flock.

“Brehs asking who’s rolling to Tottenham.” Someone tweets.

Others are calling for rage on the streets.

They smash, grab and dash, run riot on the city.

Set fire to buildings, destroy livelihoods; what a pity.

The dead man’s family do not condone it;

The politicians say they don’t like it one bit.

And now the locals are left to say,

“What justice did we get here today?”