Is it you,
or is it me,
who’s going to be
the last leaf on the tree?
Every other leaf has fallen,
we’ve been left behind;
and when one more leaf
has heard its calling;
there will only be
one last solitary leaf
upon the tree to find.
I had a dream
whereby I had to try
and pick up two pigs
from a grid reference
that I was given.
They would go in the back
of my parcel van –
though I sensed a lack of space,
and the sad look upon a pig’s face.
I knew not where the grid reference was,
although my supposition did yield
to the probability of a field;
however, before the back axle
on my van it broke,
from my being an Uber driver
for a pair of Porcine parcels,
from my dream
I awoke.
The Tigon and the Liger
were playing Twister, one day:
well, there’s nothing much
to do in the jungle,
when no-one’s watching.
or so they say.
“All aboard the Cardboard Boat!” they cried.
“But, will the Cardboard boat stay afloat,
when it sets off from the shore?” I asked.
They smiled at me, as I waved them off,
then frowned as the Cardboard Boat
took on water, then took on more,
and sank within fifty feet of the nearby shore.
“They waded back, with soggy eyes,
from tears or salt I could not surmise;
“We thought the Cardboard Boat would float,
but now we have to make a note,
to tell ourselves that Cardboard is no good,
and the next boat that we make
should be made of… paper –
then we shall have a merry caper!”
Walking away from the past
is that much harder
when your leg’s encased
in a plaster cast.
Too close to bunions
to foot the bell
(or fit the bill)
with banana skin
and onion peel
removed,
bananas none too ripe,
onions are great,
ignore the hype;
and cook with skill
in a skillet, until…
… ready;
then eat
with a friend named Freddie –
what a treat!
NB don’t eat Freddie, it’s not that Vegan –
ask our mentor, Peter Egan.
It is said that ‘some poets’
find inspiration in a bottle;
but, in my case,
I do not need the Demon drink;
I think
outside of the box,
like the canny fox
who declined a job offer
from Erwin Schrödinger,
and was pleased at that –
unlike Frisky the renamed cat.
There was,
some might say,
a necessity
for a Teapotupatree;
me, I can’t even see
the point in tea.
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The Case of the Ten Red Herrings
has just become a thing,
it wasn’t there before,
in fact, there wasn’t anything;
but, now, into existence sprung,
the case of the Ten Red Herrings,
is an idea
whose calling bell has rung.
‘Here’s the Pitch’
Here’s the pitch,
which is empty now;
but, with imagination,
the game’s afoot,
Sherlock United
vs Moriarty City,
can you see all the action?
No, well, more’s the pity.
‘Half-Time Oranges’
At half-time
the teams went off
in search of oranges;
the crowd went off
in search of oranges,
the match officials went off
In search of oranges,
and, as the oranges were so good,
no one came back.
