September 18, 2012

 

 

True, he set the bench mark,

but he was also up for a lark.

So he nipped her off to Greenwich,

for lunch near the Cutty Sark.

 

 

August 30, 2012

 

 

Why is it the intelligentsia have

no knowledge of common sense?

Instead of choosing an open door,

they prefer to head-butt the fence..

 

 

 

 

 

During it’s successful working life,

hair reaches to the top of the head,

but later, a cosier setting is sought,

nestling in ears and nostrils instead.

 

 

August 29, 2012

 

 

 

He used to say he smiled inwardly,

with his face never moving a muscle.

A more boring man there never was,

than Ernest Arbuckle Russell

 

 

 

 

 

If I could swim

I’d go to him,

but the water’s far too deep.

 

So instead I’ll fly

through a cloudy sky,

and thereby my sanity keep.

 

 

August 28, 2012

 

 

In time it will probably manifest itself

as these things generally do,

and like the nutcase of the animal world,

the zebrafication will come into view.

Resting puzzlingly on the eye, and

showing us in black and white,

some ‘tongue in the cheek’ humour,

that possibly could delight!

 

 

 

August 23, 2012

 

 

It was only a trickle,

but the lemon pickle

made all the difference

to the dish.

 

It was only a mutter,

but the overheard utter

made all the difference

to the wish.

 

 

 

 

We’ll have time to study the options

once the morris dancers have gone.

So pencil it in for now,

we’ll give it some thought later on.

 

 

August 21, 2012

 

 

 

The trouble with box ticking, is that

sometimes, there’s not a box that fits.

There should be dinky ‘in between’ boxes,

that are more suiting to certain bits.

 

 

August 15, 2012

 

 

He passed mustard down the line

to the bottom of the table.

He peppered his conversation with

porkie pies, whenever he was able.

He over-egged the cheese soufflé,

saying, it came from Austria by cable!

He assaulted his guest’s ears

with tales more like a fable.

Then with condiments back in place,

he bolted to the stable,

taking ‘leftovers’ in a feedbag

to his mother’s cousin ‘Sable’.

 

 

 

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