A Man Named Rob

A Man Called Rob

There once was a man called Rob,
who lived in the town of Dungog.
With daily doses of moonshine,
he couldnt walk a straight line.
Sadly, he drowned in his grog.

Chrissy Siggee 2020

dVerse Poets Club
Open Link night

I’m posting this silly poem because I’m usually told my poems are too serious and would love some feedback.

Note: Dungog is a town in Australia.

Pavlova and smiles

In response to dVerses Birthday Haibun Challenge
dVerse Poets Pub


With the semi-retirement of my husband also came poorer health for me and I wasnt looking forward to my 60th birthday. Being the wife of a military man has been a good life but it also brings family separations especially with our children who are now grown up and married with their own. Across states and interstate, I thought the misery of another birthday without my family would drown me in sorrow.

To my delight we all met up in the Hunter Valley, New South Wales – winery country, less than an hour from our daughters family home. Our son and his family stayed in the adjoining cabin to ours. Physical pain on our four-hour road trip threatened to ruin plans for a lovely weekend but with the sun bursting through the clouds on arrival and seeing family, filled me with warmth and joy.

I dont remember much of the weekend but the joy and smiles from our four grandchildren will forever stay in my memory just as the cream and fruit oozed from the birthday pavlova they helped decorate.

joy and smiles to share
lifting a winter of pain
creamy dribbles flow

Chrissy Siggee August 7th 2020 (Sydney time)