I was born
on a Wednesday Morn,
not a Sunday one;
I don’t know why
I should tell the lie,
that I was born
on a Sunday Morn.
.
Perhaps my being born
on a Wednesday Morn
is also a lie;
but why lie
about something like that?
It doesn’t really matter when,
the day of my birth is such old hat.
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Tagged #Born, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly, #Sunday, #Wednesday, birthday
Q. The thing that’s puzzling me –
the being who is descended from a monkey,
who descended from a tree –
is, if a monkey puzzle tree
is supposed to grow a foot a year;
and I have had mine 15 years;
why, when I went out this morning,
how could it have run away?
.
A. Well, with fifteen feet,
it would probably have run away very quickly.
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Tagged #Answers, #MonkeyPuzzleTree, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly, Questions
It’s yet another Thursday;
well, as days go –
and they do –
it’s the only Thursday that matters
at this very moment.
I mean, when tomorrow (Friday)
arrives,
today (Thursday)
will be condemned to the past – history –
and we will all have moved on.
.
Anyway, it’s this Thursday,
and that means…
well, it means different things
to different people,
probably.
.
Happy wet / dry / other Thursday;
.
hope it stretches itself to meet all your expectations –
if you have any –
expectations, that is –
about ‘this’ ‘current’ Thursday.
And here’s a Haiku
Especially for you –
I hope you like it.
Umpteen dumpties sat on a wall,
The wall wasn’t very high, and one did fall;
he landed safely with ne’er a crack;
the others said, ‘Let’s give it a try!’
they all jumped down
and never looked back.
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Tagged #HumptyDumpty, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly, #Umpteen, #Wall, Fall
We’re off to the beach,
the three Doggoes and one me;
seaweed for breakfast?
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Tagged #Beach, #Hannafore, #Looe, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly, Cornwall, Haiku, Kernow
Rhyming slang
(with bang, clang,
and kerrang)
may seem simple,
but, I assure you,
it is not.
.
Many hours
of toil
went into creating
just the right
ambience
for the writing
of the above.
.
Although
much of that time
was spent
drinking coffee
and trying to photograph
songbirds in the garden –
both necessary requirements.
.
Anyway, rhyming slang
is the real thang
of the moment.
And anybody who tells you any different…
A Banana and a Mango went to Bingo
“Banangoingo!”
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Tagged #Banangoing, #Bingo, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly, Banana, Mango
I wrote a poem in very early June 2015;
titled ‘June’
about the fact that May had just finished,
and June had just begun.
.
Over the last eight years eight people
(Including myself)
had looked at that poem,
and none of them
(not even myself)
had liked it.
.
When the eighth person
looked at it today
I hoped for a moment
that they would like my words
from eight years ago –
it wasn’t to be so.
Is it the poem?
Or is it the poet,
that causes these poems to fail?
Always, one tries, the other mopes
about like a whipped whippet.
And then they reverse places,
or side with one another
in the real realm of Apathia.
Real in the sense
that I have just made it up
and so it now exists,
like a Badriomaku exists.
.
When the poet
and the poem
work together,
they are above
inclement weather,
and can see the stars
close up,
and close to.
.
Set apart,
they have no heart.
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Tagged #Flaw, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #Sense, #Sensibility, #silly, #Truth, poet
In Binary…
as I often say…
a number will become
just a series of 0s and 1s.
.
I do this a lot –
aren’t I the noughty one?
Graeme Sandford 