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Category Archives: Poems (Some Silly)
Little Johnny B Goode should have been named No Good For Little Johnny never did as Little Johnny should Little Johnny B Good, don’t you go near that water But Little Johnny B Good, being at best No Good, ventured … Continue reading
Humpty Dumpty, we’ve all heard of him, Sat on a wall to tipple his gin, Fell off it backwards and cracked his head. Altogether a very bad egg! First posted: 2013
Helter-skelter in a swelter Ice-cream sundaes and chilled drinks Come on down, Dad’ll catch you Just let go and, oops… he blinked. Helter-skelter, sun’s a melter Breezes cooler at the top Come on down, Mummy’s waiting Just let go and, … Continue reading
Widow Cob and the spinster Daff Together cobbling a crafty craft A wily web stretched across the path To snag unwary pedlers as they pass Bind him, cocoon him, store him for later Suck out his blood, his plasma, his … Continue reading
The fabric of life of late has frayed Lost is the self-edge that should waylay it Warped and teased with covert intent to unravel According to those who conspiracies see No longer a cloth to support the living Now more … Continue reading
Marjorie Dore crouched in front of the tree Marjorie Dore cocked her head the better to see. Mama told me fairies live here Mama said I had to beware Are you listening, fairies? Do you hear? Then best you take … Continue reading
Named for a lively local lass Notable, her wide-bottomed windlass Plenty of gumption, topped with brass Hands always occupied, holding a glass The mayor at the festival named her first class Come one, come all, no need of a boarding … Continue reading
Bob the Nomad Became a footpad Ventured far for he hadn’t a home Alas, poor Bob, forever to roam Bob the Nomad They claimed him a rough cad A ruffler of skirts, a wild cat hadn’t a backbone Such behaviour … Continue reading
beside a stream, within dream beside a track, that fell from a back in a dell, fed by a green well in a cot, that no hands got covered and buried, by a shrub darkly berried guarded and railed, by … Continue reading
The water all has gone away Glistening sand now fills the bay What has happened, you may ask (Though muffled behind your medical mask) No mystery here, no invading bugs Just the wretched giants have pulled the plugs!