Category Archives: poetry

Laugh Now

No jokes please! Not without first approval.

Especially long ones, they will result in your removal.

Most likely it won’t be funny or slightly amusing,

And if I should smile, point a finger to myself, accusing.

At some shit-awful joke told reliably badly,

I’ll give you the punchline of your life… gladly.

I’m Not Bitter But…

While some of us are thinking about it, some are actually doing it, and those who are doing it are usually telling me all about it. By all accounts, there great at it too! And feeling greater about it, every… single… day!

Honestly, I’m over the moon for you, I truly am… warms my cockles… no end. But, In my thinking… and trust me I’ve had the time too (about what it is you’re great at doing), I have got to say, that I’ve decided I would be so much… much, better than you! Even if I wanted to do it, but I don’t even need to, (I’m actually laughing in my mind), I haven’t even thought to try it… unbelievable!

So, just in case you’re thinking about telling me all about it… again! Don’t bother because I won’t be listening from now on, I’ll just be… thinking about… me! Maybe not trying it, deciding not to do it… again!

Thanks for listening.

Finding Found

When it’s all too much or you just can’t stick it,

And your impulse is to refuse.

But what if this is a trick, can it be too late?

Now… how funny is this? Or so cruel,

How strange; repulsively-beautiful.

But right now you can’t explain; you can’t begin to try!

Because…

At least one of us is the same; you feel better now

Finding found… Goodbye!

Best Before Date

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Loaf of bread, best before date 1-2-16

Banana, best before date 2-2-16

Skimmed milk, best before date 3-2-16

A bottle of wine…

Barn eggs, best before date 4-2-16

Whole Chicken, best before date 5-2-16

Sugar, best before date 6-2-16

Bottle of water, best before date 7-2-15!

Dates, best before date… correction

One bad joke, use by date…

This poem’s best by date…

Everything expired… rotting freely.

 

Field Ban For Rocking Horses

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Only real horses with real legs allowed!

The signs, at the field, ordered, as the wind howled.

 

The rockers rocked slowly; utterly devastated.

Being fed a downright lie; their field was so highly rated.

 

In their fury they rocked hard and rammed the signs down.

The real horses while shitting; fled, galloping to town.

 

The field was now theirs and everything was great!

Until the towns-folk arrived with rusty saws and spiteful hate.

 

A long, calamitous battle commenced in which nobody won.

Then the contractors arrived…

 

 

Daphne Slowly Drying (In Her New Rain)

Daphne’s rain was immense and abnormal; weather so adverse that individual drops of water (the size of one of her own fists) exploded mercilessly upon contact with her petite frame; her shoulders sharp; set to be coat-hanging for a lifetime.

Then at a moment; when her dry humour was her only shelter, she decided she would stand, waiting, slowly drying in her new rain; showing loyalty even beyond her understanding.