I kicked a ball which hit the face, Of fisherman Arnie Verlaff, His cheeks blushed red, eyes twitched with hate, He cursed me aloud and cried my fate, “You’ll never enjoy neither herring nor plaice!” And to this day I never have…
¶ The Ant
O wondrous, fidgety, scurrity ant! Unlike the ponderous elephant, You dash about from place to place, A determined expression all over your face; You are of the order of a wasp or a bee, A part of the hymenopterous family (That means something or other to do with some wings) Plus you lack the bee [...]
Why who’s that figure some way off? In a bustling street where you shop til you drop, He’s coming now, a-hoppity hop, ‘It’s the Prancer- Get out of his way!’ He flaps and flounces, Flutters, bounces, Leaps about with dainty nose. There’s beauty, grace, And a well-to-do face, He’s the Prancer with dancing toes. [...]
Sweetly he sings up he Flies, up away! How the sound of the lark, Can so brighten our day. Chirping and tweeting so Merry and gay, That a tyrant might give, Out a whistle, they say. Oh no! Not the ‘grimmer’! Oh hell! No! No tune! Just a sound so unpleasant Like strangling a [...]
On a gorgeous summer’s afternoon, I stepped out for a stroll, I headed down a country lane, And whistled loud an old refrain, That’d etched itself upon my brain, From a love lost long ago. On a gorgeous summer’s afternoon, I walked for mile on mile, I watched the rippling in the trees, The [...]
When I was young, I’d float along, In a pool in the yard of my house, I’d gaze in lazy wonder at, Water Beetles there skitting about. And sometimes I would ponder on, All the folk who seemed eager to view, Old dolphin tricks, so why not teach, Water beetles some trickery too? [...]
Bob Oh My Sweet, the legs have gone, My knees all creak, they won’t last long, Yes how I miss my dancing feet, They’d glide and leap and move so sleek. My back so bent it’s like a curse, I’m always looking in reverse! My hair! (A raven black they’d say) Just like a [...]
‘A Cabbage on his Head!’ they cry, Within the church as they march by, They find it hard to look away, The place goes wild in disarray, He will not go; how hard they try ‘Mid angry voices, fists held high. He calmly sits, lets out a sigh, Above the din they point and [...]
No sweater is better, Of that I am sure, Nobody has worn one Like this one before. Hand-knitted by granny, Sags loose on the chest, Sis says with its brown I “Look like a crow’s nest.” But she’s only jealous I’m looking so good, Who cares there’s no room for My ears in [...]
¶ Gramps
Christmas time and Gramps lays out, His hand-me-downs with glee, Some knitted p-jays how I feel, A sinking misery. For hands down there’s no other kid, So itchy in his bed, That stingy man would hand-me-down The toupee off his head!