Poems written in 10 minutes or less for The Poetry Takeaway.
The Goat Grave (for Julie)
White as snow and smooth as silk,
Winifred the Goat was famed for her milk.
She gambolled in the garden and made many friends
Who, tragically, were heartbroken when Winnie met her end.
Stiff as wooden lats went Winnie when she died,
So when it came to coffins, Winnie wouldn't fit inside.
"Take a JCB, and dig yourelves a pit,"
Said the man from the Council, helping not a bit.
So Winnie's final resting place - a hole in the ground -
Is the only known Goat Grave for miles and miles around.
Monday, 28 March 2011
Ten Speed Poems: #3
Poems written in 10 minutes or less for The Poetry Takeaway.
Confusion (for Steph)
Iceland isn't icy; Greenland isn't green;
A sailor on the ocean knows it's not Pacific;
Turkey has no turkeys; New Zealand's hardly new -
I really think cartographers could be a little more specific.
Confusion (for Steph)
Iceland isn't icy; Greenland isn't green;
A sailor on the ocean knows it's not Pacific;
Turkey has no turkeys; New Zealand's hardly new -
I really think cartographers could be a little more specific.
Ten Speed Poems: #2
Poems written in 10 minutes or less for The Poetry Takeaway.
Celebrity Chefs (for Robbie)
Famed for his felafels and feted for his flans
Kudos in the kitchen and stardom on the screen
Guardian of garnishing and champion of cuisine
The peerless prince of TV food surveys his pots and pans
His fearful minions bustle thru the kitchen doors that swing
Past cameramen with microphones who trail their tyrant boss
With little trays of canapes at fifty quid a toss
While our hero swears and shouts at them and scoffs his Burger King
Celebrity Chefs (for Robbie)
Famed for his felafels and feted for his flans
Kudos in the kitchen and stardom on the screen
Guardian of garnishing and champion of cuisine
The peerless prince of TV food surveys his pots and pans
His fearful minions bustle thru the kitchen doors that swing
Past cameramen with microphones who trail their tyrant boss
With little trays of canapes at fifty quid a toss
While our hero swears and shouts at them and scoffs his Burger King
Ten Speed Poems: #1
Poems written in 10 minutes or less for The Poetry Takeaway.
Karen (for Jeff)
Karen (for Jeff)
Her maiden name was Wood,
And summers (when she was good),
Her dad would take her strolling
Through the Welsh valleys rolling.
The apple of his eye,
Impatient for July,
And those stolen carefree weeks
In the land of slate and leeks.
Now Karen is a mother,
And grandad has another
Young girl to hold his hand
As he walks St David's land.
Some spoil their kids with chocolate,
Some with strings of pearls,
But Jeff's idea of heaven is
Welsh walking with his girls.
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