Category Archives: Silly Rhymes

Advice from the Old Side of Life

A mind is such a useful thing—once one acquires the habit Moreover, once started it’s hard to stop It’s not like those 45-records, to be offloaded in a specialist shop Nor like those electronic cassettes consigned to the bin When … Continue reading

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In Days Of Old . . .

In days of old when knights were bold And a daughter’s love by her father was sold A suitor’s rejection caused a change of direction To a distant city there to curl in self pity Slowly the years pass him … Continue reading

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Head Full Of Music (alas no voice)

As an ambitious teenager—head full of music, shame of the voice—I dreamed of one day becoming like Lennon and McCartney and other greats, an acclaimed (okay, then just a published) songwriter. Alas, it wasn’t to be. For this that follows … Continue reading

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Measured Words

He spoke in measured words What, he was a Shakespearean actor, speaking in pentameters? Or maybe he spoke in chains, yards and inches. Of course he could have used words which for him spoke volumes: Of pints and pecks, and … Continue reading

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Drat!

No more coffee they are saying And, Oh please, I am praying But they say another brew Isn’t good for you For me it is disaster (Climb the walls, rake the plaster) Saying I can’t have it I’ll just create … Continue reading

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Ode To A Gnat

You, assailant of non-Euclidean flight! Why must you always wait for night? Why won’t you attack when the sun is bright? O vampiric smidgeon of the night.  

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Broken

(image: www.glogster.com) A broken house and a broken life Of a broken man with a long-lost wife The springs of bed and sofa’ve sprung The stair-rods all are fitted wrong Around the table chairs are chipt The carpets all are rucked … Continue reading

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