Monthly Archives: April 2017

Something or Nothing (a Cornish / Devonshire Split)


Nothing is…
The opposite of something.
And something is…
‘… happening here today

A show of strength with your boy’s brigade…’
And do you put the jam on first…
…or the clash…
…of Cornish and Devonshire people
May result from a rash
Move.

–//–
PS To be safe…

One Cornish, One Devonish (or Devonian)

Everything is Poetry


Toilet rolls

Fizzy water

Creamy Mashed Potato

Cream of Chicken Soup

Eggy Custards

Yeo Vanilla Yoghurt

Raspberry Ripple Ice Cream

Soft Rolls.

From a Woman’s Point of View (feel free to discuss)


I am a woman in love

With another woman

That makes me…

A woman

Nothing more

Nothing less;

Guess you’ll have to learn how to live with it

I know, shocking, isn’t it?

No. Not really,

It’s part of life;

And, ‘Mano a Mano’

Is just the same.

It’s National Recycling Day (I made that up) So, don’t forget to recycle any old poets that you have laying around, cluttering up the house!

Recycle poets!

They’re biodegradable;

Bury one and see!

Wonky!


Would you rather have…

A wonky donkey?

Or a wonky monkey?

Or, how about, a wonky octopus?

If you had to choose just one…

Could you?
And I’m not even going to mention a wonky winkie!

Thinking in the Ocean


I’m thinking…

In the ocean…

Thinking,

Wondering;

Whether it would be better

To be ‘inthide’ the thubmarine

Rather than ‘outthide’

(Which ith conthiderably wetter…)

I wath thinking…

Then, I thank.

Words


Words
Nobody likes me

Everybody hates me

Just ‘cos I writes words

Long, thin weedy ones

Short, fat chewy ones

Pulling no punches

No free lunches

I just writes them words

Nobody loves me

Everybody hates me

Because I’m a poet

And I writes words.

A Flea’s Knees Poem (updated)


A Flea’s Knees Poem
Note: In Victorian Times a man could faint from the sight of a lady’s ankle
Please, please, don’t jump on the bandwagon, 

Don’t join the disease,

The sight of your knees

Fills me with unease 

And I know we are fleas but, please…
I‘ get a buzz from the sight of bees’ knees

And the smell of warm cheese 

Well, who can there be that disagrees

When the smell of Bries

Is upon the breeze?

Updated Nursery Rhyme


Updated Nursery Rhymes
There was a crooked man

Who wasn’t straight

He went to see his doctor

Who had to operate

On dotted line

He had to sign

Before the deed was done

And now he’s fine

With straightened spine

And he’s also lost some weight.

With and Without You


This is a poem entitled ‘With and Without You’
Trout

Trot

Spout

Spot

Pout

Pot.
I could go on…
But, I’m kind; and so I won’t.