Those folks who claim the Earth is flat
Can’t tell us where the edge is at
Perhaps a flat brain can’t absorb
As much as one shaped like an orb
Sphere Anxiety
SWAT Team
The buzz of a mosquito can
Torment the mind of any man
And those who mock this state of dread
Have never heard one whilst in bed
Smooth Operators
When Alexander Graham Bell
Phoned Mr Watson he knew well
The pair of friends would make a killing
By next inventing monthly billing
Pen Knife
The pen is mightier than the sword…
A proposition best ignored
For, seldom it’s a Bic we need
To fend off pirates who can’t read
Hide and Seek
My sweet, when we say love is blind
It’s simply Nature being kind
For, were our flaws known in advance
You wouldn’t get a second glance
Total Recoil
It’s claimed that goldfish draw a blank
Each time they meet inside a tank
Indecorous, though most don’t sweat it
Then agree to just forget it
Roll, Play
My love, you’re a Tahitian girl
That dances on the sand
Who charms the breeze with every twirl
And gesture of her hand.
My love, you’re absinthe through the veins
Each time my lips are kissed
A cruel elixir bringing pain
Which no man can resist.
My love, to me you are a song
Whose chorus fills the air
Inviting men to sing along
Allaying their despair.
My love, your powdered skin’s as soft
As petals on a rose
Its luring scent designed to waft
With each layer you expose.
Alas! Another’s at your door
I thank you for your art.
In truth, our love’s a game, no more
And you have played your part.
Tongue Twister
The rule for fractions when you’re young?
It’s two-thirds’ brains
And one-third tongue
Tumbler Grumbler
The pessimist with half a glass
Sees no point being gleeful
While optimists will always ask
If theirs comes with a refill
Beeline
The honey bee performs a dance
Which indicates the vector
Its friends should fly to find those plants
Providing the best nectar.
With six legs that’s no easy feat
And so, to overcome it
To keep the message short and sweet
The less adroit just hum it.
Mr Ormsby At Large 