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*
A lazy life,
A lazy life
without a job to do,
coming and going as one pleases;
no clothes to wear,
no worries to share,
and the surprise when one just sneezes;
.
pottering in the garden,
pottering in the garden,
lounging on the lawn,
tiny Tiger, preys the land
from dusk to early dawn.
From when I was asleep,
a partial dream I keep
about the issues there were
regarding the length of the bridge
that we were building
across the ravine.
I thought it should be longer, stronger;
and the other wanted it to just reach.
I said it would be okay
during the day;
but, when the night fell,
so would the bridge.
I was asked what did I mean:
and I replied, that if the bridge
only just reached this side,
and only just reached the other side,
when night fell and everything contracted
from the length it had reached
when to the Sun it had reacted,
the end on one side,
and the end on the other side
would decide to let go
and fall into the ravine
down to the river below.
I was laughed at;
until, that very night,
I was sadly proven right.
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