“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!’ “
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Miranda, #poetry. #poem, #Prospero, #TheTempest, @Shakespeare
My son, Noah,
is building a boat…
I wish he’d get a proper job,
to keep this family afloat.
.
My son Noah,
Is predicting some rain;
and he’s saving up for that rainy day,
he’s being such a pain.
.
And, now, he want’s a puppy –
in fact he’s wanting two.
He’s never wanted a pet before,
what is a parent to do.
.
And then he says he wants to go to sea,
to sail the ocean blue,
but we reckon he’ll be seasick,
before he’s left the quay.
.
Our son, Noah,
is building a boat,
and it’s gonna be a big one,
judging by the cheque that I just wrote.
Parrot and Cat
sat still upon the mat,
that they ‘had’ been told to stay on ;
Parrot had grumbled about it,
Cat had just relaxed,
‘It is what it is.’ said the Cat,
and nonchalantly taxed herself not a bit.
The Parrot went over all the things he would say,
when released from the confines, they were;
he’d many a fine word,
that at odd times he had heard,
that would embarrass a mangy old cur.
.
However, Cat was soft,
and began to purr,
so Parrot lay down beside her;
and, soon, they were softly snoring,
happily, a thing upon which the both of them could concur.
It isn’t difficult to be kind
to bee kind,
and you really don’t
have to be cruel
to gruel;
or leave a friend behind
when they are unable to find
a spring with which to unwind;
and many a worm will turn
from doing evil
to a passing weevil;
it’s not hard
to discard
the loyalty card
when it’s full to bursting,
in return for a Grecian urn,
if you are owed two,
or none at all
by a tall nun.
So, be kind,
and bee kind
will bee fine.
Nothing means nothing to some people,
And some people mean nothing to me.
A Bee and a Butterfly went to sea
in a dark blue sailing boat;
whilst on the sea,
they drank green tea,
and had no adventures to note.
.
But, on the way back,
the sky turned black,
the boat capsized and sank.
‘Oh, no!’ you cried, ‘They must have died!
Or what Saviour can we thank?’
.
However, the Bee and the Butterfly
did not die,
they simply flew away,
to sail again, upon glistening seas,
on some such other day .
There was a ‘B’,
an ‘e’
and another ‘e’.
All flying around my head.
It didn’t bother me…
much!
Letters are harmless,
because – here’s the thing –
unlike Bees,
they just don’t sting.
The Cat’ and the Apostrophe
was never going to end well.
Contrary to myth, a moth never seeks for fame.
This is Looe Island,
it looks like a schoolboy’s cap,
and the gulls live there.
Never say the ‘R’ word*
when afloat, or upon a boat,
it might send your hungry mutt overboard;
though, if completely wet,
they can only get drier –
and they will still be adored,
at home, in front of the drying fire.
.
• = R*b*i*
