Small Things.........

It's the small things in life I value the most.

The smile of a friend, warm butter on toast,

The sight of a fox on the streets roaming wild,

The innocent joy on the face of a child..

 

The faltering legs of a foal that's new born,

The singing of birds to welcome the dawn,

The sound of the ocean a seagulls harsh call,

The carpet of whiteness when snow starts to fall..

 

Butterfly wings in gossamer flight,

Far distant stars that greet you at night,

Fresh painted rainbows that colour the sky,

Are things that I'll miss when my time comes to die.... 

                             

                                      

 

 

 

 

I rode upon a unicorn.......

I rode upon a unicorn, in a far and distant land, with rainbow coloured waterfalls and golden grains of sand..

Tall palaces were made of dreams, the mountains capped with snow.vast oceans told of promises and treasures far below..

Warm breezes talked in whispers of wonders far and wide, where hopes were always with you and nature never died..

One tear on the horizon, one moment of despair, this wondrous land of thoughts that lived wasn't really there.....

 

 

 

 

People.......

 

Einstein had a theory,

Amy Johnson flew,

Nelson died in battle,

Elvis on the loo..

 

Monroe, was she murdered ?

 Kennedy was shot,

Quasimodos ugly,

Emma Watson's hot..

 

Jackson had his bubbles,

Morecambe had his Wise,

 Diana had a car crash,

Nixon told damn lies..

 

They're really only people,

just like you and me.

But when will we be famous ?

We'll haveto wait and see.......

 

 

Ickydickywiddle.......

Ickydickywiddle is a very funny word, but if you say it quickly it really sounds absurd.

Rumbledumblegumble isn't half as good.Like mayonnaise and custard mixed with yorkshire pud.

Aligaliticular doesn't fit the bill, and if you ever caught it, it would make you very ill..

Instead of writing poems I'd rather swim the Nile.But really it was worth it, if this poem  made you smile..

  

 

Will and his quill........

  

Sonneteer, I will mock thee
Dread bard and schoolboy bane,
Sad Richard plotting last of three
Ne’er regal nor great dane.
Poetic verse that gathers dust
Sharp quill that leaves me cold
Much vaunted as a readers must
Your metre makes me old.
Mere tyro in the realm of rhyme
On this bright summers day
Shall I sonnet in my own good time
Or simply fade away ? 
Pray tell me bard,pray hear my plea
Will I plagiarise from such as thee ?