“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

asked Prospero, with a wry smile.

“Father, you are all a lather,

if you think we can spend a while

in doing so. The answer, it is, ‘No!’ “

My jeans (I fit them) – a song!

I got into my size 34 inch jeans

and you know what that means

I lost a bit of weight

I’ve gone from a 9.7 to a 7.8

whatever that means.


But, I got into my jeans

I got in to my jeans

and I’m singing a song

singing it all so well and so wrong

but I won’t be singing

a song if the weight goes back on.


I got Into my size 34 inch jeans,

And you know just what that means

I lost a bit of weight

Down from a 9.7 to a 7.8

Whatever that means


I’ve still got a muffin tap

so I know that I just can’t stop


oh, too much cake,

too many candles,

I’ve still got some lovely love handles on me

I’m not getting any younger, you see.

Haiku 4th the May

A Haiku, this is;

Fourth, May of, I did write it;

rather good, I think.


What I gave for free,

I’ve just bought back for three,

I made a mistake

that item to take,

and really upset my Jane;

I hope this will give,

good advice for to live,

to never mess up

in this way again.

‘Poet on the Run’

I’m a poet on the run,

I’ve got a loaded pun,

It’s been a lot of fun,

and how.


But, a poet’s life is hard,

and I let down my avant-garde,

In being chaste by Scotland Yard,

and so I’ll take my bow.

I Do Silly

I do silly…

quite a lot;

in fact,

it is the only talent

that I’ve got.

I’ve tried sensible,

that didn’t work;

I even tried going to work,

for 40 years;

that ‘work’ didn’t work.

So, I’m doing silly,

I’m doing it verily quite well;

I hope, I hope, I hope you can tell;

I hope, I hope, I hope you can tell;

I hope, I hope, I hope you can tell.



But the bee said nothing to me;

perhaps my speaking out

was perceived as a shout;

and, maybe, I should be

a Bee-Whisperer, me;

then with my morning’s greeting

of, ‘Good morning, Bee.’

the bee, would agree.

Non-Binary Poem

Oh! one should not,

if one can, do nothing;

with zero tolerance,


and wonder why the consequences

have no relative value.

This Poem…

This poem

starts off quite brightly,

being written with a pen held lightly

but, then – as so often happens –

it loses focus,

and begins to fade

like a… thing.

This poem

lacks the necessary thrill,

and leaves the reader


Binary Haikus




One hundred and one,

one hundred and eleven

one hundred and one.



That’s the syllables;

which means ten thousand and one

in raw binary.


They meet.

“Ah, you are still alive.”

“I am, as you can see.”

“Yes. I rather thought that your husband had buried you underneath the patio again.”

“No. He has given up on that idea. He seems to be leaning towards the use of undetectable poisons.”

“How is he getting on with that?”

“He hasn’t found any yet.”


“Indeed. Good day to you.”

“And a good day to you, too.”

They part.