Jumbo Jet
I saw a little elephant standing in my garden, I said ‘You don’t belong in here’, he said ‘I beg you pardon?’, I said ‘This place is England, what are you doing here?’, He
Porridge
Why is there no monument To Porridge in our land? It it’s good enough to eat, It’s good enough to stand! On a plinth in London A statue we should see Of Porridge made
The Lion
If you’re attacked by a Lion Find fresh underpants to try on Lay on the ground quite still Pretend you are very ill Keep like that day after day Perhaps the lion will go
Me
Born screaming small into this world- Living I am. Occupational therapy twixt birth and death- What was I before? What will I be next? What am I now? Cruel answer carried in the jesting
Contagion
Elephants are contagious! Be careful how you tread. An Elephant that’s been trodden on Should be confined to bed! Leopards are contagious too. Be careful tiny tots. They don’t give you a temperature But
Two Children
Two children (small), one Four, one Five, Once saw a bee go in a hive, They’d never seen a bee before! So waited there to see some more. And sure enough along they came
Letters
I was thinking of letters, We all have a lot in our life A few good – a few sad But mostly run of the mill- I suppose that’s my fault For writing to
Bump
Things that go ‘bump’ in the night Should not really give one a fright. It’s the hole in each ear That lets in the fear, That, and the absence of light!
Bazonka
Say Bazonka every day That’s what my grandma used to say It keeps at bay the Asian Flu’ And both your elbows free from glue. So say Bazonka every day (That’s what my grandma
Welcome Home
Unaware of my crime They stood me in the dock. I was sentenced to life…. Without her. Strange trial. No judge. No jury. I wonder who my visitors will be.
Feelings
There must be a wound! No one can be this hurt And not bleed. How could she injure me so? No marks No bruise Worse! People say ‘My, you’re looking well’ …..God help me!
Why?
American Detectives Never remove their hats When investigating murders In other people’s flats. P. S. Chinese Tecs Are far more dreaded! And they always appear Bare-headed!
Halved
The essence of true beauty Lingers in all-encompassing rainbows Of your joy and laughter You hold my hand and smile As we ensconce ourselves in our world of fire Our love is all there
Indian Boyhood
What happened to the boy I was? Why did he run away? And leave me old and thinking, like There’d been no yesterday? What happened then? Was I that boy? Who laughed and swam
The ABC
‘Twas midnight in the schoolroom And every desk was shut When suddenly from the alphabet Was heard a loud “Tut-Tut!” Said A to B, “I don’t like C; His manners are a lack. For