Tag Archives: humour

The Wind Is Blowing

The wind is blowing
And soon I will be going
Or perhaps I should hide
In here
As the weather is drear
And the prospect of writing
Is somewhat inviting.


There Was A Young Man Named Hatcher

There was a young man named Hatcher
Who worked as a professional rat catcher.
He was helped by his cat,
(A feline called Matt)
And was employed by the late Lady Thatcher!


I go
But on going to bed
There is in my head
The thought
That I could be caught
And about

‘Tis the nightmare stalking
My mind
That I may
One day
Myself bare,
Heaven knows where!

There Was A Young Nun Named Louise

There was a young nun named Louise
Who’s habit it was to tease.
She donated all of the convent’s resources
To serving members of the armed forces
And she sailed the seven seas.

There Was A Young Minimalist Named Paul

There was a young minimalist named Paul
Who lived in a very bare hall.
When his friends came round
They sat on the ground
As he had no furniture at all!

Perhaps It Is My Curse

Perhaps it is my curse
But on looking into a humorous verse
Often hidden in it’s depths I see
A deep sadness staring at me.

I think of a poet named Jayne
Who, while drunk on champagne
Wrote a humorous rhyme
To pass the time.
Then for fun, blew out her brain.

(The Jayne in the above is purely ficticious).