Poem Archive
It’s Amazing What They Can Make out of Rubber These Days
“Our bouncing baby boy!” they cooed
I sniffed and murmured, “Hi there”
But when I dropped him on the floor
All baby did was lie there
They Made a Good Fist of It
The spiders formed a handball team
They played them all from rock to sty
Yet suffered only one defeat
And that was ’gainst the octopi
Now He Hasn’t Got a Gnome To Go To
Ed Elf is unconventional
A dreadlocked vegetarian
He started smoking dope
When he became a Rastafairyan