Red-handed, you, the hit-man,
are caught with my misspelling
clenched between your teeth;
your reply:
‘Red-handed? You, me, everybody!
Culpability is my only crime.
Red-handed, you, the hit-man,
are caught with my misspelling
clenched between your teeth;
your reply:
‘Red-handed? You, me, everybody!
Culpability is my only crime.
Poets: “We sold our souls
for rhythm ‘n’ rhyme.”
Non-Poets: “We don’t care.”
Black-Sabbath Fans: “Wasn’t that a Sabbath album?”
If you can’t do the time…
If you can’t do the time…
then don’t do the rhyme.
Making up words
won’t, generally, win you awards;
but working towards,
half-rhymes, partial rhymes,
incomplete effete rhymes;
rhymes with attitude;
rhymes with a pun;
seriously straight rhymes,
rhymes for fun;
rhymes that don’t,
rhymes that won’t,
rhymes that are visual
but, as is their wont,
when spoken do not,
is an admirable past time—
and, now, I think that I can hear the person on the timer, cough;
so I think that maybe that’s been enoff.
I’m all out of sync,
my brain’s on the blink,
and I cannot think
of another rhyme.
I’m dumb and confused,
numb and quite weary,
clumsy and clearly
shot away;
but, that’s not to say…
over and out,
whisper and shout,
and here is the twist,
I’m the top of my list.
Paddy Whack was a collector of nick-nacks- obviously.
He didn’t have a dog.
More than this I do not know.
The Rainbow on the edge of time
existed for barely a minute;
then, it left with out a thought to my rhyme,
and the words that I should put in it.
“Is it still morning?”
I ask myself;
I look at the shelf
to see the clock;
but, the clock’s not there,
and neither’s the shelf!
“Oh,no!” I cry;
then I cry
tears of sorrow
no clock today
it was there yesterday
will it be back tomorrow?
Then I cry
tears of joy;
I remember,
that a friend did borrow
that clock of mine
to tell the time
and help this rhyme
be particularly fine.
But, as to the whereabouts of the shelf…?
The Moon in June
is just like the Moon
in any other month,
apart from the rhyme,
of course.
The Moon In June
is just like the Hay in May,
or the Starch in March,
for example.
The Moon In June
is currently appearing in a
showing of Noël Coward’s ‘Present Laughter’
at the Aldwych Theatre
allegedly.
The Moon In June
will be back
all too soon.