Making sense of the world with words
This is a childish ditty but hey ho, I’ve never wanted to grow up and probably never will. So, this is my adults nursery rhyme inspired by those moments gazing longingly out of the window at work and dreaming of prancing off into the blue yonder… sing to any tune of your choice:
Why can’t I be a hippy and skip through fields of hay,
Then lie among the grasses soaking up the day.
Why can’t I live in hedgerows and nestle in the leaves,
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I feel like we all have a Fred in our lives. If we don’t, it’s probably because we are that person.
This poem is based on true events and should serve as a warning to anyone who proves impossible to lure out of bed in the morning – hangovers excepted:
There was a young man called Fred
Who regarded awaking with dread,
He could not, of his own accord, EVER get out of bed.
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Inspired by Roald Dahl’s classic children’s poem The Tummy Beast, this was written for my friend Tom, whose stomach has a such a demanding personality of its own he named it Gary. In marrying Tom, for better, for worse, his wife Lulu also agreed to a life with Gary – this seemed worthy of a rhyming verse or two:
I may surprise you when I say this,
And doubtless you will take the piss,
But Tom is not a greedy man,
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Life in poems 