Poems Archive

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

I’m going to save electricity
I’ll start with a meagre amount
I’m taking a 40 watt bulb to the bank
To open a current account!

The potter and his girlfriend fought
She trashed his work across the floor
She called him some atrocious names
Then packed and, leaving, slammed the door

I put a pole inside my toilet
But the landlord in control
Went off to court, the judge agreed
“Your contract has not one loo pole!”

I hate procrastination
The thief of time and peace
It makes my life so difficult
Next week I’m gonna cease

The wildebeest are on the run
No chance to eat or drink or snooze
Escaping from the poacher’s gun
And men who capture beasts for zoos

Robbie sobbed despairingly
What? Eight already? Can it be?
Alas! He’s only four months old
Too little to be self-controlled.

Jake, the drake, was the Lord of the Lake
Who had made all his money in scent
He whipped up a fragrance no duck could resist
And he flogged it wherever he went

An infant kangaroopium
When born is Lilliputian
I think it looks peculium
Ensconced in its marsupium

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’