7th August 2025 • The HERALD • Page 85 v INDEPENDENT, LOCAL AND PROUD v Poets Corner HERALD RECRUITMENT The team at The Herald were sad to hear of the recent passing of one of our contributors to Poet’s Corner, Vic Lee. Vic, along with his lovely wife Sally, would regularly come into The Herald to see us with one of his poems, and although his ill health had given him writers block for the last year or so, Vic would always pop in and say hello when he was passing the office. We have dedicated this issues Poets Corner as a tribute to Vic, republishing some of his poems. I AM A LITTLE DUK by Vic Lee © I am a little duck And I live here on the farm, In a pond with a fence round it So you humans don’t come to any harm. I like to talk to the other animals When they come down for a drink, I like to get their views on life And hear exactly what they think. Now the goose thinks he’s better than us With his feathers all clean and white, So we throw some mud at him And then start, a good old mud fight. Oh! Here comes old Ned the horse His head held high with pride, All because once a week He gives the farmer’s wife a ride. Then here comes the big old boar With the three little pigs, Followed by old nanny goat Along with her kids. Now their stirring up all the mud It’s always the same when there’s a crowd, We should have a sign made up Keep out! “Only ducks allowed”. Singing with Michael Ball by Vic Lee© My Sally’s good at singing And would like to sing with Michael Ball, But not at any old venue It’s got to be, at the Albert Hall. She would like to go on his tour And sing in his Christmas show, Maybe even sing a duet with him Instead of Al e Boe. e last night of the world Is her favourite song, She knows all the lyrics And never gets them wrong. And when it’s all over And the curtain falls, Sally will stand alone on the stage And enjoy the applause We went to the forest for a picnic at a designated site but what we found when we got there oh my goodness it did give us a fright. It wasn’t the rubbish le on the table it was what we found underneath, for someone from a previous picnic had forgotten their false teeth. Now in the past I’ve seen false teeth in a glass I’ve even seen them soaking in a cup, but seeing them in the middle of the table, sort of smiling, well I nearly threw up! Well we couldn’t enjoy our picnic with those teeth sat looking at us, even though the kids thought it was funny and couldn’t ‘t understand the fuss. Well we reported the nd to the Forest Ranger who said something like “good grief! “We have had some strange things left in the forest but that’s the first set of false teeth.” Normally we nd burnt out motor cars or rubbish dumped by y tippers all of which spoils the woodlands for the tourist and day trippers. So remember when you come to the forest would you please be so kind, take all your rubbish home and only leave your footprints behind. The Picnic in the Forest by Vic Lee ©
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