It’s great to see you back, old friends
Returned from your endeavours
To cheer a weary world just when
We need you more than ever
Tag: poem
Drop Zone
The pigeon likes to leave its mark
No matter where we choose to park
And so, I’m pleading with the pigeon
Could you maybe move a smidgen?
Sphere Anxiety
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
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
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
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 