4n Language

The budding poet soon suspects

The pointlessness of: Solve for x

Spell Check

Don’t walk too near the woods, go ’round

Especially at night

And if you must, don’t make a sound

Keep low and out of sight

Don’t whistle, sing or kick at stones

Don’t stop to climb a tree

For, if you do she’ll boil your bones

And have you for her tea

Because The Witch of Oldham Woods

Takes little ones who stray

Extinguishing the childhoods

Of those who lose their way

Who’ll never hear a mother’s words

Before their empty grave

Whose names are rarely ever heard

Whose souls no man can save

Don’t walk too near the woods, turn ‘round

For, all I say is true

And pray you’re found on hallowed ground

When she comes after you

Owed To Joy

You see a marble

I see the moon

You hear a garble

I hear a tune

You hold me closer

Without a sound

I’m life’s composer

Writing it down

Game of Throwns

To throw the javelin demands

Practice to be precise.

To catch one, on the other hand

Is something few try twice.

Grounds For A Peel

Bananas look like boomerangs

But if you’re tempted, call a halt

For, if you don’t quite get the hang

A cop will charge you with assault

A Bit of a Stretch

The ostrich claims the biggest eggs

The longest neck and strongest legs.

Give thanks these birds don’t fly about

For just one turd would knock you out.

No Fly Zone

Where do storks nest during a war
As spires tumble and towns are no more?
What will deer eat when tanks advance
Over sweet meadows of young, tender plants?
What drives a cub out of the den
Crying alone for its mother again?
Gone is the gold
Dark is the dawn
Ghostly and cold
Best to fly on

Glamour Puss

The platypus unsettles those

Who organise their socks in rows

Who’d never sport a check with stripes

The this-goes-better-with-that types.

Is it both mammal and a bird?

The mere suggestion is absurd

A beaver that can lay an egg?

Now try and pull the other leg…

Although it doesn’t quack or cluck

At first glance, it might be a duck

But if so, what’s with all the fur?

And is that venom in its spur?

This oddity that broke the mold

Still has the boffins in its hold

And while we mock the platypus

One wonders what it thinks of us