Jack and Jill Went up a hill To photograph the view. Jill preferred nature Over portraiture, Which Jack had taken to. While Jill admired trees And the crisp autumn breeze, Jack was not quite as elated. He was hardly in awe Of the things that they saw, So he just became very frustrated. Jack felt … Continue reading
“Mary Mary quite contrary, How does your garden grow?” “I live in a flat, so don’t be a prat, You know all of my flowers are faux.”
If ever two were one, then surely we. But woe, your life has been bereft of me. Miss Markle sadly somehow took my place, Before you got to see my splendid face. You’ve always been, by far, my favourite ginge, (Although at times your actions make me cringe) But now that even Sheeran is engaged, … Continue reading
She walks in beauty, like the day Of pastel hues and balmy wind; But I have heard some people say That naturally she’s not soft-skinned; And ‘cause she wants to #hashtag “slay”, Countless selfies she’s already binned. One eyelash more, one blemish less, She photoshops and smooths her face, Thankful her hair is not a … Continue reading
The Bird and the Pussycat’s bright eyes met Through the towering pane of glass. Bird knew it was wrong, to pursue this love-song, But he thought he was pretty bad-ass. He fluttered his wings and puffed out his chest, And sang to the watching cat, “Oh pretty Pussy! You’re simply the best! Won’t you come … Continue reading
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The sun was yet again hiding, amplifying the breeze. The road was a ribbon of tarmac that led through Cannock Chase, And the pickup man came driving – Driving – driving – The pickup man came driving, down to the Midland place. He’d a … Continue reading
“The poetry of earth is never dead.” A man (who now lies beneath it) said. I believe he was talking of nature’s song; An eclectic symphony that can’t go wrong. And yet still, he spoke of England. Our favourite subject is the weather; It’s a breeze that flows light as a feather. Only sometimes it … Continue reading
Poetry is a vehicle for emotion. It’s the private diary entry you feel a need to share. Poetry is prose that refuses to stand still, And dances into the night without a care. Poetry can be clever and comical; The jolliest rhyme in perfect time with the best punchline and- Sometimes it stops you. When … Continue reading
Tricky Pancakes 