Poems Archive

At 2a.m. Sir Robin found
His navel turned pitch black
His lady put her gown on
And ran off to fetch the quack

Chuckling Charlie is a cheetah with a cracking turn of pace
So athletic, energetic, full of power, strength and grace
Well … he could be if he wanted to be really commonplace
But instead he’s fat and lazy which his friends call ‘a disgrace’

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

Johnny Jyna’s health was very good
’Til last September
That’s when he married Anne
Though why, he cannot quite remember

It is such fun to be a brat
And throw your berries at the cat
Course – when you miss you murmur, “Drat!”
But when you hit him they go, “Splat!”

Ears are corny
But eyes are cornea

Little, the bee was exceedingly small
He was paid no attention by others at all
Ignored for so long, Little’s ego turned brittle
’Cos little bee, Little, belittled was he

I took issue with my pillow
When I couldn’t sleep last night
And I told it, “Please keep stillo
’Cause you’re making me uptight.”
But my headrest wouldn’t listen,
Kept on wriggling ’neath my ear
All the while prejudicin’
Beauty sleep which I hold dear.

Jack Splatt will eat no more fat
His wife will eat no more lean
The trucker’s wheels came down the road
And they ran in between

The maize was mangled with a spanner
The sorghum strangled with a banner
The rice was run down in the city
The barley bludgeoned without pity