Fat Caterpillar. . Racing across the bridle path Intent upon it’s own business The fat and hairy caterpillar Has no time to worry about mountain bikes. . .
2
2011
17
2011
Poem: Small Pleasures To Be Had.
Small Pleasures To Be Had. . . The high point of the day Is toast and Marmite Cut into little fingers, And then there’s the postman, Bringing the promise of a letter, Or something unexpected. . .
15
2011
Poem: Friend.
Friend. . . Each time I take a walk Along by the river It is a pleasure. Though not so much the water, The hanging trees, Or pillowed grass, As much as it is The large and purry cat Who lies in the dust of pink flowers, Waiting to greet me. . .
27
2010
Poem: What’s That.
What’s That. . . Poor little bird’s egg In a flash of pretty blue Down upon the garden path Lying smashed in two. . .
26
2010
Poem: Pet.
Pet. . . Poor tortoise, Inching along The dusty gutter By the roadside, Far from home And totally lost. . .
28
2010
Poem: The Black Cat.
The Black Cat. . . He always seems to be there, Waiting patiently on the step Each time we walk past, But there is no sign of life. Do they have any idea When they finally arrive home Of the long hours that he spends Just missing them. . .
3
2010
Poem: I wandered On The Sandy Shore Again.
I Wandered On The Sandy Shore Again. . . I wandered on the sandy shore When someone shouted help I looked around but all I saw Was pebbles, sand and kelp . Then in the waves I saw a glint A bottle in the sea A tiny man was in it Waving desperately at me [...]
3
2010
Poem: I Wandered On The Sandy Shore..
I Wandered On The Sandy Shore. . I wandered on the sandy shore When someone shouted ‘Help’ I looked around but all I saw Was sand and sea and kelp . I wandered on a little more There was a second call It seemed to come from over there Behind the old sea wall . [...]
1
2010
Poem:I Hate Being Cold.
I Hate Being Cold. . . I hate being cold ‘Cos it’s not at all nice When my nose is bright red And my feet are like ice. . I hate being cold ‘Cos it freezes my toes And an icicle hangs From the end of my nose . I hate being cold ‘Cos my [...]
23
2009
Poem: Have You Ever Wondered Why.
Have You Ever Wondered Why . . Why do Bobbies wear those hats The reason is quite simply said A Bobby wears a pointy hat To fit his pointy head . .
22
2009
Poem: Dirty Rotten Fibbers.
Dirty Rotten Fibbers . . . A Mammoth Sale The advert said, I rushed to buy a pair, But though I searched Both high and low There were no mammoths there. . .
19
2009
Poem. There Is No Such Thing As A Sasquatch.
There Is No Such Thing As A Sasquatch. . A hunter in America Was deep within a wood, Intent on tracking down a deer The signs were fresh and good. . That he himself was being sought Just did not cross his mind, But something different dogged his trail And was not far behind. . [...]
18
2009
Poem: December Dance.
December Dance. . . It’s twirling and whirling and prancing and dancing and sailing and floating and carelessly coating all England today. . .
3
2009
Poem: The Right Time.
The Right Time. . . My clock’s not totally useless No matter what they say, Though all it’s works broke long ago It’s still right twice a day. . .
3
2009
Poem: My Mother Always Said.
My Mother Always Said. . . I like to wear red underpants With shiny bits and bows ‘Cos accidents can happen sometimes No one ever knows . .
3
2009
Poem: Are Crocodile Handbags Dangerous!
Are Crocodile Handbags Dangerous! . Two baby crocodiles Sat upon a stone One called Kevin And one called Joan . Big mammy crocodile Hides beneath the water Waiting til their dinner comes The way that croccies ought’a .
3
2009
Poem: Things You Just Know.
Things You Just Know. . I leap into bed Without touching the floor I never sit dangling My legs anymore . It just does not matter What others have said I know there’s a monster Waits under the bed .
30
2009
Poem: Catman. With ‘Free-Solo Climbing’ Video.
Catman. . Birds perch upon high buildings so Their feline foes can’t get ‘em. Free solo climbing cats have found That they can always net’em. . . Here is an example of free soloing! Chris Sharma. . . .
26
2009
Partners In Crime.
Partners In Crime. . My Mum is sad My Dad’s afeared ‘Cos Granny’s getting Very weird. Her name is Bonnie And she’s bad, I couldn’t count The fines she’s had. The police are always At our door, They really give My Gran what for. She twocs fast cars, She shoplifts too, We hear the tales [...]
24
2009
Poem: Things That Go Bump In The Night.
Things That Go Bump In The Night. . . It could be a toy Tipping onto the floor, It could be a draught Coming under the door, It could be a cat Catching birds in a tree, But it might be a monster Who’s thinks I’m his tea. . .
10
2009
Poem: Johnson Saves The Day.
Johnson Saves The Day. . . The army loved young Johnson He could fart in splendid style, Well loud, and long, and windy He was heard for half a mile. There came a situation When the phone was broke by mortars, So Johnson sent a fart morse code They heard back in headquarters. . .
5
2009
Poem: Wait It Out.
Wait It Out. . You’re young, you hurt, don’t feel OK There’s no place you belong you say. You feel inept, don’t feel you fit You’re sure they think that you’re a git, You’re gauche, don’t know which game to play But don’t give up, that’s just today. It’s always tough to be your age [...]
27
2009
Poem: A Global Test.
A Global Test. . I took a train To Turkey Where they serve A great kebab . I motored to Morocco Where the couscous Was just fab . I bussed to Barcelona Gorged on tapas Til I spewed . To prove that hot Chip butties Are the planet’s Greatest food . .
26
2009
Poem: Baby’s Favourite.
Baby’s Favourite. . “What should we have today for tea” Said Mrs Cod to baby. “What on earth’s the meal to be” Said Mrs Cod to child. . “I could not fancy mutton And I never fancy jam, There isn’t any mustard So we really can’t have ham.” . “Of all the meals we’ve ever [...]
24
2009
Poem:The Last Roundup.
The Last Roundup. . Our Mary is a nuisance Always lying on the floor, She spreads out all her comics, Drops her crumbly bits…and more. She leaves her socks and pens and combs Her paper and her clothes, She sometimes leaves an outline Showing clear, where she arose. I hate her ‘cos she’s messy She [...]
24
2009
Poem: A Chip Off The Old Block.
A Chip Off The Old Block. . I really, really do love chips They are my favourite food, They make me feel much better When I’m in a horrid mood. . Chip sarnies, chip butties And fish and chip teas, Just cook me some chips If you’re trying to please. . My Father loves chips [...]
18
2009
Poem: Batty About Bats.
Batty About Bats. . I’m truly batty about bats I’ve got more than three or four, There’s bats upon my ceilings And there’s bats around my door. There’s ninety in my bathroom Eighty seven in a drawer, There’s thirty three inside my pants, My kitchens got twelve more. I wear a bat upon my head [...]
18
2009
Poem: Adults.
Adults. . Adults are large Adults are strong Adults can tell When you’ve done wrong. . All adults are sly They cannot be spied As they creep up on children Who’ve cheated and lied. . Just say to yourself When you’re schemes go all wrong I don’t care… I’ll be grown up myself before long. [...]
16
2009
Poem: A Proven Fact.
A Proven Fact. OK then, if he doesn’t fill it, who does? . I still believe that Santa’s real The things they say aren’t true, I always put MY stocking out Although I’m thirty two. . .
15
2009
Poem: Let’s Play Squash.
Let’s Play Squash. . Don’t squash spiders Don’t squash flies Don’t chopped onions Hurt your eyes . .
13
2009
Poem: Hair.
. hair . why is my dog not bald . he’s always losing lots of hair it’s over here and over there he shakes and scratches til it drops how come it never stops . why is my father bald . he’s always losing lots of hair a little here a little there he tries [...]
12
2009
Poem: Farting Can Be Dangerous.
Farting Can Be Dangerous. . My Grannie’s getting windier Each time I go to visit. She loudly farts ten times an hour That’s not a nice thing is it. . I called again and found her there All sprawled upon her back. They said she was the victim of A sudden fart attack. . . [...]
5
2009
Poem: Hippopotamus.
Hippopotamus. . The name sounds absurd But the old bull is not. Don’t think to approach him His temper is hot. He’s dangerous, he’s deadly, decidedly mean, A one to avoid on the African scene. If you see calves with cows I don’t think you should moo, These cantankerous mothers Will cut you in two. [...]
30
2009
Poem: Sharks One, Lisa None.
Sharks One, Lisa None. . Lisa Doogood was awfully rude To people who tried to be nice, When they told her “Don’t swim” …………………………..”There’s a shark” ,…………………………..”Don’t go in” She refused to consider it twice. She said, “Fish cannot stop me, I’m not the least feared”. So when Jaws came and ate her The people [...]
18
2009
Poem: A Chip On My Shoulder.
A Chip On My Shoulder. . I hate all computers They’re sly and they shirk, If you don’t watch their tricks They erase all your work. . You enter your wishes, They will not obey, You try to command But they do it their way. . I hate them, they’re rotten, They sulk and delight, [...]
18
2009
Poem: Special Delivery.
Special Delivery. . Though miles from home, the loving son Grew parsnips of great size “I only wish my mum could see She’d not believe her eyes”. . He put a stamp upon the best And sent it in the post. She got it on the Saturday And cooked it with the roast. . .
17
2009
Poem:Bricking It.
Bricking It. . The scourge of constipation For some is truly chronic, But as a student, I have found Exams are nature’s tonic
17
2009
Poem: Don’t Talk To Strangers.(extract from Bone Soup)
. don’t talk to strangers . please take a sweetie little girl would you like to see a kitten do you know the way to maudlin street would you let me tie your mitten . come here young man i’m slightly deaf come closer to the car don’t be afraid i know your mum get [...]
17
2009
Poem: Two Eyes Is Wise.
two eyes is wise . ten fingers ten toes that’s how it goes and more or less can really stress . two eyes is wise and no surprise while three or more would cause uproar .
17
2009
Poem: Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb.
Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb. . Swimming in custard Is sticky and yellow, Not suitable for A fastidious fellow. . To meet with a shark While you’re swimming, is rare, So you’re pretty safe From that sort of a scare. . There’s only one drawback Once you’ve found a towel. You’ll need to lay hands On a [...]
17
2009
Poem: Advice For Travellers.
Advice For Travellers. . There’s one thing you must never do No matter where you roam, You must not go to Germany, You’re better off at home. The reason is a simple one Which everyone affirms. You must not go to Germany Because it’s full of GERMS. . .
15
2009
Poem: Are We Alone.
are we alone . many people disappear every year flying saucers take a flight any night sometimes it’s raining cats and dogs or frogs do you think it’s all the truth or not or what .
14
2009
Poem: Read This Fast.
read this fast. . savoury sausages sizzling succulently tiresome tomboys tangling truculently fatuous farmers fermenting flatulently horrible homespun hideous hatyoulentme . ,
14
2009
Poem: A Good Word.(extract from Bone Soup)
. A Good Word . Bloody is a good word, I use it when I wish, So eat your cold black pudding It’s a very bloody dish. . If you cut your finger Shout, “It’s really really bloody,” It’s better fun than stamping In the rain and getting muddy. . Books are full of history [...]
10
2009
Poem: Doggerel.
. doggerel . i had a great dane doggie and he was very tall i left him in the rain all day and now he’s very small . .
8
2009
Poem: Earwigs On The Brain.
Earwigs On The Brain. . Lying in the grass one day I had an itchy ear An earwig found it’s way inside And seemed to disappear. . Not a soul believed my story Not a single word I said And now I feel it scratching As it moves inside my head. . .
6
2009
Poem: Special Meal For Four Please.
Special Meal For Four Please. . Some people hate To dine alone They’re sad as sad can be. . But I prefer To dine alone ‘Cos then there’s more for me. . .
4
2009
Poem: Mrs. T-T.
Mrs. T-T. . Mrs. Turningham-Turpington Hitch-hiked to Widdrington Turned left at Bellingham Then lost her wellington. . Mrs. Turningham-Turpington Went off to Orpington Got stuck near Warrington Then bought some wellingtons. . Mrs. Turningham-Turpington Then drove to Washington Got stuck near Bellingham Then found her Wellington. . Mrs. Turningham-Turpington Fears not the driving rain Now [...]
3
2009
Poem: Red Can Spread.
Red Can Spread. . You paint that stool red While I’m at the salon, Tommy’s nagging wife told him To get the job done. . Though he painted the stool Just the best he could do, All the table was marked So he painted that too. . He was pleased , till he spied All [...]
2
2009
Poem. Geordie Dialect: The Seeance.
The Seeance. . When me grannie fell deed From a bash on thi heed A seeance was thi notion Wi got. . So wi alle sat on doon At me mam’s in the toon, Whetha wi felt deed stupid Or not. . Though nowt much occurred Just wa old moggie stirred, Wi wa alle more [...]
