Category Archives: Self compositions

I knew a young girl called Susan

I cannot tell a lie

she had a bit of a speech defect

which made her rather shy

but she was good at any sport

at which she had a try

and on any Summer evening

“Anyone for tenet?” was her cry

then we all knew what she meant

and happily rush to comply.

Each new day is done

tides and seasons do not tire

like the shifting sands

Now we’ve finally got to that time again

by children so eagerly awaited when

through the land we celebrate Yuletide

all thoughts of acrimony are set aside

and grievances that once cut so deep

for a short while are put to sleep

and with all the festive cheer

look forward to a bright New Year

I was out birdwatching with my friend Dean

when we came across this wondrous scene

though we may think it looks so neat

ducks and geese can find nothing to eat

so instead of ducks with their tails in the air

sadly there seemed to be no bird life there

so in my pocket I will carry a loaf of bread

then throw it for them to eat instead

Today, no matter what happens, whether good or bad, will be forever history.

She basks in the glow

of her subdued radiance

lantern in the night

I went for a stroll with a girl called Lynn

who was game for pretty much anything

we got to a stream that we decided to cross

by walking over a tree that was covered in moss

at least it saved us from having to swim

Holly bears a crown

drops of blood on ivy stems

Season of goodwill

As he sat at his desk he was chewing the end of his pen

knowing the words carefully written could fade to obscurity

or be digested, remembered and ofttimes repeated