Eyebrows, Oh eyebrows,
you sit on my face.
You clutch my visage
in your kindly embrace.
You’re ever dependable,
loyal and true,
although I confess
I don’t know what you do.
Eyebrows, Oh eyebrows,
a present from God –
without you one’s mug
is ineffably odd.
Like two caterpillars
you’re covered in hair.
This poem’s to tell you
I’m glad that you’re there.
Joshua Seigal
What We’re Made Of
for Warren Mead School
Challenges faced and overcome
A brand new word, a difficult sum
A friendly face when we’re feeling glum –
That’s what we are made of.
Incredible teachers, inspiring art
Kinship and honesty straight from the heart
A community, everyone doing their part –
That’s what we are made of.
Excellence, courage and kindness too
Picking up litter along with the crew
Playtime pals for me and you –
That’s what we are made of.
A wake up alarm and a trip on the bus
An ABC and a – and +
Ready, Respectful, Safe, that’s us
Yes these are the things we are made of!
By Joshua Seigal, with help and input from the pupils at Warren Mead
He shouts and pouts and kicks the cat.
He chucks things at the wall.
He groans with indignation
and he can’t calm down at all.
He spills his drink and swears at Mum.
He points and jabs and screams.
His face goes red. I’m filled with dread
as Dad berates the teams.
He moans and he gesticulates
with patience wearing thin.
It’s really quite the spectacle…
and that’s just when we win.
Joshua Seigal
It’s ever so boring.
No chance for exploring.
It’s raining and pouring –
I’m paining and roaring.
Joshua Seigal
The council website keeps crashing.
No one can agree on whose job it is to pay.
Only robots are picking up the phone.
And so the green bin squats in the driveway –
bloated, stinking. And the bluebottles
congregate round it, pilgrims in frantic prayer.
Joshua Seigal
