When the pen takes control.

With jaunty tail curl,

boater in place, cane gripped in paw

feel quite the Topcat

A Devonshire poet called Doug

Found himself in a fug

Tried to write something exotic

But found it quixotic

So gave it up with a shrug

Using words that were minimal

but chosen to be optimal

she emphasised her situation

as the darling of the nation.

A horse, a good clean animal.

Answering a question from where

sitting in the director’s chair,

not while standing in a stable

these wise words from Betty Grable

whilst others tended to her hair.

She was walking her dog through the trees

When she felt that she needed to pee

So she told him to stay

But the naughty boy ran away

While her panties were down round her knees

Specially chosen by the people

fed up with their frequent shower

cascading on their pious heads

from the gaps in their church spire

in their special Sunday clothes,

Setting off to climb the steeple

ladders braced against the tower

some heartless person had stolen the lead

their situation then seemed quite dire

for lead’s expensive as everyone knows

Let’s talk about Diogenes

who would frequently take his ease

by reclining in a barrel

as his only street apparel

to guard him from the Winter breeze

but chose to leave the cask unlined

resisting offers from the kind

devotees of his words who might

offer him shelter for the night

despite the fact that he was blind

I’d like to tell you of my love

for the rainbow-breasted shrieking dove

if I was able to make a choice

I would remove it’s awful voice

if only he who was designing birds

gave it a call that could not be heard

Galileo tried

to view the meaning of life

through a microscope

In contemplating

the ebb and flow of your breath

finding harmony