Poem Archive

The rock was feeling Boulder
And so Boulder got irate
Rock knew that she was married
And she had a jealous mate

Toby the toad hopped across the main road
As if it were a river-games tournament
With a hop and a jump and a vroom and a bump
He became a Mercedes hood ornament

Finding a tiger called Spot is surprising
An epithet needing some rationalising
He’s one of a little known breed from Kilkenny
So rare David Attenborough couldn’t find any