Thursday, 27 July 2017

Poetry for a Grumpy Old Man and his Dragon

A rather odd and grumpy old man

Who came from Mesopotamia

 Owns a large pink dragon

Which he bought

In a market in Transylvania

They both juggle crows

Talk to fish

And have been known to swim,
while breathing Fire

Which they will do at children’s parties

As they are available for Hire

And it is said

When the fennel moon

Is seen in the Sky

Its streaky bacon light

Glinting on the river passing by

That they sing

And laugh

And tell forgotten stories from the ancient Past

But if you ever hear one

Be warned

 It will probably be

Your Last.

Saturday, 15 July 2017

Poetry with beasts and a wizard

A flim flam
And a falafel
Where sitting on a Post
The flim flam looking bemused 
As it ate some thickly sliced hot Toast
You appear to have lost something
The flim flam inquisitively Said
I have . . . 
 I have lost a beautiful Rudy said the falafel
And it’s very very Red
The flim flam smiled 
As it looked out upon the Sunny Day
And said
Is that it glinting discreetly? 
Down there among the Hay
But as they watched 
A wizard picked it up
And held it in his hand
He however noticed 
The narrowing eyes of the flim flam
Looking directly at his Face
I suggest you give that back to its owner
As not too would be a positive Disgrace 
But the wizard laughed and said  . . . .  Or what
As wizards tend to Do
But the flim flam ate him
And on the wizard the flim flam, it did Chew
Until there was nothing left but a very red Ruby
Which it happily returned to the falafel

Because that’s what Flim Flams Do