October 24, 2014

Delicious

Go on, taste a word.

Linger on each tingling syllable,

Lick the velvet of vowels,

Twist your tongue round the gristle

And crunch of consonants.

Let your mouth ooze with the juice

Of sounds, let it

Bite each beat.

Relish resonant rhythm, and sip

The silences

That cleanse the mouth of meaning.

Go on, taste a word.

October 21, 2014

Rude Cat

Rude cat

Comes in

Smelling like

Rubbish bin.

Rude cat

Goes to dish

Head down

Eats fish.

Rude cat

Licks fur

Washes bum

(Doesn’t purr).

Rude cat

With a wink

Jumps on table

Spills drink.

Rude cat

Gives a pout

Lifts tail

Goes out.

October 17, 2014

Terrible Toes

Something’s been nibbling a hole in my sock.

What could it be? Don’t you know?

There’s only one thing could do damage like that!

It must be a Terrible Toe.

Terrible Toes have rows of teeth

That gnash from morning till night.

Like pincers they pull at the tightly-knit wool

Then they take a ginormous big bite.

Terrible Toes go rip! snip! snap!

And they gobble and gorge for a while.

Then they let out a burp and lie down for a nap

With a really most satisfied smile.

Terrible Toes hide out in the dark

And the smelly damp air in your shoe.

I know that I’ve got Terrible Toes,

So look at your socks. Have you?

 

 

 

October 13, 2014

Rain Rhyme

Come on, Rain! You got to stop!

I got to get to the hardware shop!

And what do you think that I need to buy?

You guessed it right – a plug for the sky!

And when I’ve put that plug right in,

I’ll buy for myself a brand new grin.

The rain’s been such a pain today

That it washed my smile quite clean away.

 

October 10, 2014

Mum’s Drum

Our Mum played the drum

(tiddle um, tiddle um)

It drove us quite mad

(ba-dum).

So we told her to stop

(tiddle um, tiddle um)

Or we’d do something bad

(ba-dum).

But still she went on

(tiddle um, tiddle um)

This horrible clamour

(ba-dum).

So WE played the drum

(tiddle um, tiddle um)

Using a hammer

(ba-CRUNCH).

 

 

 

October 6, 2014

Auntie Violet’s Violin

Nothing makes a viler din

Than Auntie Violet’s violin.

If you got a thousand cats

And thwacked them all with baseball bats

(I shouldn’t need to tell you twice

That bashing cats is NEVER nice)

And then you amplified their howls,

Their mews, their yelps, their hissy-growls,

Until that most disgusting sound

Was heard for many miles around,

And then you kept it up all day

And all the night, you’d stop and say

That nasty noise, so rudely blared,

Was quite mellifluous compared

To Auntie Violet’s vile attempt

To play that loathsome instrument.

So that is why I got a bin

And put my Auntie Violet in.

 

 

October 2, 2014

Reminiscences of a Fish

I remember what?

I remember who?

I remember the cool

Of the coraly blue.

I remember where?

I remember why?

I remember the kiss

As the waves met the sky.

I remember which?

I remember how?

I remember this bowl,

And here, and now.

October 2, 2014

Poems

Poems. You know ‘em, right?

Shakespeare and that.

And all those words that were puked out,

Undigested, by some old dictionary.

Pick your favourite, Sir said.

Favourite? I thought. Favourite?

I don’t even like one of them!

I jabbed my finger into the book.

That one. It didn’t make sense,

Not when I read it. My head

Started spinning round as the words

Tumble-jumbled like somersaults

In my brain and I wanted to shout ‘STOP!’

But they wouldn’t let me.

I had to look away.

‘What does it mean?’ Sir said.

I shrugged a ‘dunno’ and gazed, confused,

Out of the classroom window.

A fly hummed.

Tennis balls drummed on the concrete.

And the sky was so blue

I could have sworn it was singing.

 

September 30, 2014

Can’tbebothereditis

Can’tbebothereditis:

A really distressing disease.

The docs are quite sure that they won’t find a cure

For such tragic conditions as these.

Can’tbebothereditis:

The symptoms are plain as can be.

You spend all your days in a strange sort of haze

Watching endless repeats on TV.

Can’tbebothereditis:

It seems that I’m now feeling worse.

So try as I might that is all I can write,

No, I’m not going to finish this     .

 

 

September 26, 2014

Very Bad Hair Day

Snipetty, clipetty, clicketty clack,

Gripetty, nipetty, front and back.

Chop a bit, drop a bit. There, how’s that?

Somebody, please, just FETCH ME A HAT!

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