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Lucille in Lucerne

Lucille in Lucerne

Lucille went to Lucerne

not to steal

but to learn;

and learn she did,

her talents,

for so long

hidden under a bushel,

were soon unhid –

but, being fictitious,

I cannot tell you

a single thing she did.

This is my Forgettable Poem (with its throwaway words and unfathomable phrases)

This is my Forgettable Poem (with its throwaway words and unfathomable phrases)

I don’t expect you to admire my words

when the title has promised so little;

in fact I don’t wish to belittle myself.

But, and here is the but – there is always a ‘but’ –

I seem to churn out the Words

in orders absurds

caring not a jot

for the writing I’ve got,

when rhyme is not

allowed to hasten the plot,

and alliteration alleviating anonymous algorithms

always accentuates absolutely all

apocryphal and actual

(insert something beginning with ‘a’ here)

Subsequently,

a tame ending will always leave the reader

wanting less.

Nihonium

Nihonium

I tried to learn to play

the Nihonium

the other day,

with a small element of success.

Born on the Forth of Firth

Born on the Forth of Firth

I was born on the sixteenth day of the Forth of Firth,

and am destined to die

upon the very same day

(how very Shakespearean of me).

A boy named James

A boy named James

A boy named ‘James’

went up in flames

for no apparent reason;

they wondered why,

and one did cry,

“It must just be the season.”

Then a girl,

gave a Viennese Whirl,

to an unsuspecting lad;

he ate it in one, and said, “Such fun!”

but, turned from good, to bad;

he took a boot to a Mandrake root

never a thing to do;

he fell down dead,

and the neighbours said

that they couldn’t give a hoot

to the silence of an owl

who has too much wit to woo.

The wishes of fishes

The wishes of fishes

The wishes of fishes

rarely receive consideration;

they are rarely considered at all;

when they seek a vacation,

from their ocean location,

who is it, then, that they call?

Mustn’t grumble

Mustn’t grumble

Mustn’t grumble

about apple crumble,

or Albus Dumble-

dore.

Mustn’t worry

about karma curry,

or the length of your corri-

dor.

Mustn’t fret

about your 14.5 tog duvet,

or when to visit Durdle-

Dor.