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
SWAT Team
Tag: Poetry & Tall Tales
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.
Captain’s Log
Sir Francis Drake had what it takes
To sail around the world
And followed in Magellan’s wake
With England’s flag unfurled.
Along his route he plundered loot
Until the hold was packed
With millions from Brazilians
And the Spaniards he attacked.
On his return, the English yearned
To learn of far off places
Of queens and perils unforeseen
And men with painted faces.
Bess knighted Francis on his ship
While desperately hoping
He’d share his tips for crispy chips
And how to blow a smoke ring.
Soon after he was off again
And set sail heading west
But Fortune soon abandoned him
In this, his final quest.
Sir Francis survived cannon balls
And arrows tipped with poison
But in the end, when Nature called
It ravaged then destroyed him
For dysentery killed our man
Then almost caused a shipwreck
That’s why they sealed him in a can
And christened it the poop deck
Mr Ormsby At Large 