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  The poetry of Australian writer Graeme King - funny, sad, serious and romantic poems. Poems for children, nature and environment poems. ©kingpoetry2007.
 

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The BEAKER FILES #5

The ongoing story of the adventures of Professor Beaker. It starts HERE.

Professor Beaker woke and sniffed the frosty mountain air,

he pulled the tent flap back and stretched his legs,

young Igor had a primus on and coffee boiling where

their Spambot stood, preparing ham and eggs.

 

The Himalayan sky was blue, no wind to spoil the day,

he hoped the Alps remained in their good mood,

he knew how quickly blizzards formed to blow a camp away,

no time to dwell on that - he wanted food!

 

"His 'breakfast' mode is working well," said Igor with a grin,

his plate of ham and eggs was quite immense,

"And don't forget," said Beaker, "push his 'break camp' button in,

he'll wash up and then pack away the tents!"

 

They soon were trudging single file through untrod virgin white,

the day stayed fine, and helped a pleasing pace,

with Spambot lugging everything they soon reached quite a height,

then Beaker stopped, a smile upon his face.

 

"We've done quite well, my Mountaineers," he quipped, "let's have a rest,

two weeks like this and we'll be near the sky,

we'll set up camp and wait there for the object of our quest,

the Yeti is quite hermit-like and shy."

 

They climbed for two more weeks then Beaker stated: "It's my guess

our base camp should be here," then Igor said:

"How can you know just where we are?" the Prof said "I confess,

I put a GPS in Spambot's head!"

 

In no time flat the robot pitched the tents and they were set,

"And now we wait," said Beaker, "play some Gin,"

the card games didn't last, as they were losing every bet,

the Spambot's cyber brain would always win!

 

Each morning they would search the snowy crags up on the peak,

their robot in the rear to watch their backs,

then one day Igor jumped as Beaker gave a laughing shriek,

he'd came across the prize: fresh Yeti tracks!

 

"I knew it," Beaker cried, "now we can build a watching blind,

we'll do our snowman study - then we'll go,"

if Beaker had looked further he would be amazed to find

another lot of tracks there in the snow.

 

Yes, they were not alone there, perched so high amongst the Alps,

their rivals wanted Yeti answers too,

Will Igor and the Prof get down the Mount with both their scalps?

I'll come back here and find out soon, won't you?

 

GO TO BEAKER FILES #6

 

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