Out on a Peel

Bananas look like boomerangs And if you’re tempted, call a halt For if you don't quite get the hang You could be looking at assault

If It Ain’t Baroque…

Nudism in cubism Falls under The Abstract And artist folk behind each stroke Admit it’s inexact. The avant garde can leave some jarred So, should you choose to pose Don’t be surprised to find your eyes Where most look for their toes.

Mother of Invention

At Cana, water turned to wine Delighting all the guests And showed the world The Great Divine Considers all requests. Although some question Was it prayer? Or did a son discover The force behind a mother's glare Is unlike any other?

A Bit of Ostrich

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 warAs spires tumble and towns are no more?What will deer eat when tanks advanceOver sweet meadows of young, tender plants?What drives a cub out of the denCrying alone for its mother again?Gone is the goldDark is the dawnGhostly and coldBest to fly on

Best Before Date

January’s no one’s friend A month that lingers without end No end to winter’s deepest chill Which steals the breath and makes us ill No end to counting every dime From letting go at Christmastime To resolutions boldly made Then just as quietly betrayed No reason to buy a bouquet No fireworks No Mother’s Day … Continue reading Best Before Date →

River Bottom

The word for hippopotamus Ain't half big as its bottom is

Knight Shift

Take me to that fabled time When destiny was more sublime When noble quests were blessed by God Himself Where crones intoned prophetic rhymes While wizards read the stars for signs And deep within each hollow hid an elf. Take me to a time before When magic could unlock a door And conjurers cried out … Continue reading Knight Shift →

Rhyme and Reason

The critics ask from time to time Do all your poems have to rhyme? If not the case, my esteemed friends How would I know when each one ends?

Decimulled

I have a friend, Mr Dearden Statistics say he’s one in ten Who lives at Number 2-2-3 Look for the house that has a tree. His job is fixing old machines Throughout the night, by any means Days off, he reconditions cars And meets his mates in select bars. Devoted uncle, brother, son He always … Continue reading Decimulled →