When life hath reduced to a crawlSkip, skip the day away It shall put a smile on your faceSkipping at a steady paceFor the skipper doth live in the momentFast walkers are going nowhere and they’re in a hurryJoggers feel they have something to prove But the skipper sees the sun behind the cloudsThe rainbow…
Near an old portable A bird twittered It said I’ll hit that Elon with a moped! Oh yes, I will, I will I’ll run him over dead Oh yes, I will, I will Said the spider in the bark of the tree Now getting the hang of the song And doth he clash A gong…
I bit the bullet and wrote a poem It wasn’t very nice The poem too With a beating of an axe could do And so I cooked it, Salted it, and ate the poem too.
I suppose you could say I’m a bit of a hypochondriac. Looking in the bathroom mirror, I notice it’s all steamed up. I wipe it off with my finger, And see, on my face, Three spots, all in a line. I look at them, lean in close to the mirror to see better, And wonder…
Sitting on my bed, in the comfort of my home. I play my guitar listening to each tone
An old plane would be nice, the engines could be turned into useful sheds, Or guest bedrooms, How about a retired Melbourne tram, or two, they’d be just a wonderful place to be, Or a double-decker bus, you could move your house around, one day living in the city and the next by a pristine…
The child threw a rock at the bird, The bird fell out of the tree, It hit an old lady on the head and she fell dead, Momentarily distracting a man crossing the road, Who was hit by a bus, Which caused the bus driver to have a heart attack, And drive into a petrol…
Chapter 1: What this is about. There was a knock on the door. It was Donald Trump. He was invited to North Korea to have a sleepover with Kim Jong-un. ‘No trashing the house, Kim, his mom called out. ‘You remember what happened when Xi Jinping and Vladimir Putin showed up last time?’ At 7:45 pm,…