My dog likes poo She likes wee too But poo is king of smells She thinks it’s cool To sniff at stool And read the tales it tells She’s like a hound When she has found Most fragrant of them all Her nose goes up Her senses sup Her ears don’t hear my call She… Continue reading The Sheer Thrill Of The Poo
A world without a garden A world with out a bloom What would our planet be like? An emptiness of gloom Instead of seeing colour Our eyes would just see grey Bare Earth without her clothing Would greet us every day You wouldn’t catch the smell of… Continue reading A World Without A Garden
I wish I was a tiny girl I’d make among these leaves A tiny home to rest my head Under these soft green eaves.
Pink I am, pink I’ll be, With a cloak of green. Pink am I, pink I’ll stay, Call me Miss Pink Queen.
Dear Mr Goat, I don’t mean to nag, But I have some places to be. Dear Mr Goat, You’d be shocked to know, Roads aren’t for you, they’re for me. Dear Mr Goat, Just take your time, It’s not like I might need to hurry. Dear Mr Goat, You’ve gone and done it, Your dawdle… Continue reading Dear Mr Goat
In the car going home Three kids in the rear Me in middle, mum up front Dad shifts all the gears In the car going home Tim the rapper sings About burgers weak and strong And fries with lots of zing (I apologies for any confusion caused by these last two lines. You often have… Continue reading In The Car
When your nose sounds like a trumpet And your eyes are zombie glazed When you’re bedridden for five days And your head’s like lead to raise: Read this poem. When your brother comes and sees you Tells you, ‘Yikes, you’re really sick, Don’t pass it on cos that would suck, You need to eat some… Continue reading The Sick Poem