by Rick Rothwell | Dec 14, 2006 | Poetry
The Right Honourable, Bombardier, Sir Basil Bertrand Bertie B. Barrowcliffe, of the Bundespost, banks at the Bundesbank, on breezy bank days, with his billowing brolly, before his brief bite of bovine, breakfast, bratwurst; burnt bacon; boiled, Bockhorster, bockwurst...
by Rick Rothwell | Dec 14, 2006 | Poetry
Clippetty Clop, clippetty clop, clippetty clippetty clippetty clop, Clippetty clop, clippetty clop, Clop – clop, clippetty clop. But why, why, oh why do we clop? Clippetty clop, clippetty clop, Clip – clop, clippetty clop. To clop clip Cloppenburg we clop,...
by Rick Rothwell | Oct 27, 2006 | Poetry
Hagar the Horrible RRRRRODDDE into town! Kicking his dinosaur, he wore a frown. ‘said, ‘There’s a cowboy looking for me. He’s from Grimsby – and he’s ugly’!!! Now the Grimsby Cowboy was not to be done. He said, ‘Listen...
by Rick Rothwell | Oct 20, 2006 | Poetry
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick. Tick-tock Terry is a prick. He ticks by day, he ticks by night. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick. At three in the morning he can give you a fright. tick-tock, tick-tock, tick, tight-tight. He ticks so laud he can not stop....
by Rick Rothwell | Oct 19, 2006 | Poetry
Poor Mr Bellyman is all in a flap, He can’t put his skis on his rack rack rack, He put them on forward and they should have faced back And they all went to Obijoch going clap clap clap. They’re wrong! They’re wrong! They’re much too long And...
