Pablo the pirate
is home from the sea,
his left leg has a wooden stump
just below the knee,
ask him how he lost it
and he will tell to you,
a crocodile bit it off,
in the land of Umpaloo,
he would have had the other
but for him he was too clever,
he tied it up behind his back
making it difficult to see,
so that big green, nasty, greedy croc,
only got one leg for his tea.
Filed under As you read it, Comic verse, Inspired by fable, Self compositions, Singalong, Whimsical
pexels photoFiled under Flash fiction, Photographic, Self compositions, Whimsical
picture “uphill path” from Crispina Kemp
Sally lived at the top of the hill,
when she walked into town the boys got a thrill,
by design or just by chance
she often forgot her underpants,
every day the menfolk hoped for a breeze
when she went to pick up the groceries,
her mother said Sally this will have to stop
but her dad said she should also forget her top
why say that to her said his despairing wife
because I won’t have a bill for the rest of my life.
Big-eared David was dating big-nose Eileen
who was determined to prove she was keen
she said I love you, I’ll show it,
lean back and I’ll blow it,
and the poor boy said no, that’s obscene
I’m watching you,” he chuckled to the kitten, lying dozing, on the floor.
”Who are you, where are you, show yourself,” came the awakening retort.
”Oh don’t mind me, I’m in your head,” in condescending tone.
”I knew that all along, you know, so be off with you be gone.”
Image by Prawny. From Pixabay
Filed under As you read it, Comic verse, Otherworldly, Self compositions, Whimsical
I knew a girl whose name was Kate
she used to stand by her garden gate,
she would flash her thighs
when the boys passed by
perhaps that’s why she suddenly put on weight
Of all the boats that ply the seas,
the dinghy is the one for me
for even if your engine fails
there’s always time to set the sails
but if the wind blows you offshore,
stick in the row locks and man the oars
with a little work eventually
you can still be home in time for tea.
Filed under Comic verse, Self compositions, Whimsical
On an Exmoor farm worked a boy called Ted
He drove a tractor all shiny and red
Out in the fields he’d work all day
Ploughing the earth and gathering hay
The farmer said now come here my lad
Tis about time a wife you had
I offer to you my daughter Sue
She would be just right for you
I thankee kindly Sir was his reply
But I do bat on the other side.
Filed under As you read it, Comic verse, No offence intended, Self compositions, Whimsical
Theresa May
has had her day
she will probably be remembered
for causing her party to be dismembered
Filed under Clerihew, Factual, Self compositions, Whimsical
I looked up at the clock on the windowsill. It was obvious that time was running out. New candles needed.
Filed under Factual, Flash fiction, History, Self compositions, Whimsical
