Started on 05 Sep 201324 poems
I've put plenteous deed into fetching this shrew, and she won't even tell me her name. Well, I've
What exactly is exercise?
No matter how hard I try it the results are not as advertised.
I'm in my bathroom thinking, what do bats do?
It occurred to me, they're vampire shrew.
I wash the dishes
while you play.
Your notes splash,
warm and soapy.
You saw away:
Now - as I
The tale that I shall now relay’s
A simple one, in essence,
It’s said that each dog has its
It's time to buy a hat!
The invitation is on the mat.
This time the millinery,
Went to a bar last night
It was something new.
Had a talk with JIMMY BEAM
and had a round with a
I have a reason to believe in mental telepathy
Its this friend who is sharp, intelligent and
Ah yes…feet up, hard day at the office.
Big mugga tay, broadsheet of the middle-classes laid out on
I’m just sitting here looking at you,
And that big bake on ye,
And I get to thinking that your
He stands there, bold as brass, all puffed up and self-important.
Full of shite of
Endless frittering of an afternoon,
Misspent middle age, maybe, yes,
Trawling, trawling, trawling,
Jay swiss nay a Ballymena.
Jay hhhhabit an mayson, dans la campanya, pray de set bell veel.
We met among old friends,
In the church-hall.
I saw you there, just ahead of me, dishing out the
A mine it well,
The lunch time bell,
That pit us on the run,
Tis aft when I am hungered,
An' I'm almost bluttered out,
In mind o' sweet potates glare
Come by ye freekin' eegit,
Come by tay hell,
What a waste of me hard-earned dough,
For a hound
The base are safely in the byre,
The sheep are al' but fed,
The Massey's parked in handbrake
Am blowed if Ah can count them
On the fingers o' a han',
The times a've hid to leg
Honest! If I could afford
A thoroughbred horse
I'd let Charlie train it, of course
And if I were
Double phrases, single words
puns intended; metaphors
synonyms and silly rhymes
Just in case you fancied a squint
I've added a tint
To my car windows.
Only the rear ones,
It's headlined as five hundred
Or a thousand 'conquests'
That silly, famous males boast about,
Listen mate!...So you're going grey
And everyone wants to copy your locks,
What about yours truly,