by Tom Mcgreevy | Aug 28, 2009 | Poetry
I envy my pet goldfish He never has to wash He never has to buy a drink And never carries ‘ Dosh ‘ He doesn’t have to shower Or dry his towels outside And even though he’s naked His bits he doesn’t hide On a scale of one to ten He’s quiet a slippery fish And that...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Jul 12, 2009 | Poetry
I really love my Weetabix I don’t know what I’d do If suddenly they stopped making them With nothing left to chew My Mother used to give me them For Breakfast every Day ” They’ll make you go quite regular ” To where she wouldn’t say...
by Peter Maslak | Jul 1, 2009 | Poetry
My wife’s brainwave the other day; for clearing out our trash Was to sell it a boot sale, and make some extra cash The idea I thought was very good; we’d tidy up the place Get rid of all that useless junk, and gain some extra space So we sorted out some bits and bobs,...
by John Sinclair | Jun 17, 2009 | Poetry
The mouse sneaks out from his hole in the wall He sniffs the air there is cheese somewhere out there He scurries across the floor heading for the kitchen door He goes inside and sticks to the sides for this little mouse has to hide He smells his prize but it is kept...
by A. R. Lewis | Jun 17, 2009 | Poetry
The Town Planners looked down to see what they had created. We’ve done it! We’ve done it! It’s almost completed. The bricks are so clean, laid out so neatly. It’s all been done really quite cheaply. The Public, and employers will no doubt be grateful? Oh we are! Yes...
