Tag: rhyme

A Matter Of Fact

Sometimes a fact can be attacked for being inexact But it is, in fact, inexact to claim that a fact is inexact For then it would not be a fact Because a fact is backed by the exact An unbacked fact is not yet a fact Though it may yet become a fact when it…

Another Twixmas Poem

The Christmas presents have long been unwrapped And the tree has seen better days But still the Twixmas party goes onThough it all seems a bit of a haze I’m not even sure what day it is Or when I last left this room I’ve eaten my own weight in chocolate But there are more…

A Twixmas Poem

Christmas Day is over But it Christmas isn’t gone Because the house is full of festive food So the party must go on I really must stop eating But there’s so much left to eat And chocolate’s now a staple It’s no longer just a treat I’m concerned that it’s not healthy And I’ve gained…

Yet Another Poem About

This a poem for Monday Although I wrote it on Sunday It is not an especially fun day It’s not my scheduled run day It’s never been my ‘eat-a-bun’ day Though it’s often my ‘make-a-pun’ day But I do really hope that one day I wake up not hating Monday

A Poem About Healthy Eating

Muesli? You amuse me Why would I eat that? I’m as healthy as a lion Albeit one that’s fat I have no need to change My diet is just fine Next you’ll ask me to give up My daily breakfast wine It’s not like I’m inactive I skip, I jump, I hop I burn those…

A Daddy Daughter Poem

The following is something that Little Proclaims and I came up with a few weeks ago. It’s more of a performance piece really. I’m not sure it translates to the page too well. But I’ve transcribed it anyway, because content is content. You’ll have to imagine the performance but if it helps, imagine the lines…

A Poem About My Main Function As A Parent

I tell my child not to jump on the bed Instead she prefers to jump on my head She has the most adorable toes Though less endearing when kicking my nose But sometimes she does give my head a rest And chooses instead to jump on my chest My daughter is a little jumping bean…

A Poem About How To Rhyme When Writing A Poem

When trying to rhyme, it isn’t a crime To use the same word twice Or thrice or quatrice Quatrice is not a real word But it isn’t all that absurd To make up words If you poetate with a valid license But never poetate without a license Otherwise people won’t be able to tell That…

A Poem About How Toilet Roll Went Away (Lest We Forget)

So rare once upon a timeNow in plentiful supplyYour absence was a real crime It never made much sense whyYou vanished from all the storesScarcity that made us cry And long queues outside shop doorsAfter panic most undueCaused multiple bog roll wars So it’s true that we missed youBecause many things may changeBut we’ll always…

A Stupid Ode To My Socks

Oh threadbare socks upon my feetWhat gripping stories could you tell?To hear them would be such a treatI bet they intrigue and compelYou have been here, you have been thereYou have walked down many a streetAnd you have acquired quite a smellSo I must switch to a new pair

The Intent Behind This Poem Could Be Romantic Or It Could Be Laziness. I Like To Think It’s A Little Of Both

I like a hot beverageAlmost any time of dayAnd if it’s not made how I like itI’ll drink it anyway My preference is coffeeBut to avoid confusionI’ll happily drink teaAnd accept a fruit infusion Some drinks can be refreshingAnd some quite stimulatingWhile herbal ones I findAre often more sedating Sometimes I like to thinkThat I…

A Bad Poem About A Different Bad Poem

Once I wrote a poem and it wasn’t very good I put it on this blog though I wasn’t sure I should It was quite well-received even though it was so bad It got more ‘likes’ than better posts and this made me sad I wondered if it was worth putting much effort in If …

Opinion Piece

Though it is accepted wisdom To equate success to fame I’m really not that sorry That nobody knows my name Yes, I’m glad that I’m not famous I’m happily unknown Anonymity quite suits me I’m sure I’m not alone Of course, I would admit that Fame might well have the odd perk Being wealthy would…

Positively Pessimistic

Restriction to your home is not The worst kind of jail You can still pretend to work If you can access your email But it’s easy to find reasons To not be very cheerful When it seems that you’re increasingly Encouraged to be fearful It’s appears that times are dark And possibly quite bleak It’s…

Forlornly Fatigued

Sometimes when I feel tired I’m not really that nice And it’s better to avoid me Or make interactions more concise I don’t mean to be so grumpy Like a bear with a sore head But I’m not very good at coping When I spend too little time in bed I’ll be much better tomorrow…

Domestic Drudgery

Oh carpet on the floor What’s with all the crumbs? I vacuumed only last week From where did they all come? I’m sure that I just ironed All those crumpled shirts That they need another pressing Rather disconcerts Those dirty plates and cups Are back sitting in the sink But I only washed them yesterday…

Where Did All The Chocolate Go?

Where did all the chocolate go? I had so much last week But now I cannot find it No matter where I seek? It seems strange that it is gone There was a plentiful supply But it’s nowhere to be seen And I really don’t know why Ok I did eat some of it Back…

Poetry In (Loco)Motion

I wrote this on a train It was poetry in motion The train was running late Which filled me with emotion The emotion, though, was joy For I was late as well My tardiness well-timed I didn’t have to dwell Better still, I got a seat An unexpected perk As I headed to my course…

Three Wishes

If I had three wishes I’d really like to believe I’d wish for peace on Earth All suffering, I’d relieve But if I’m really honest I doubt that I’d do that I’d wish for a box-set, beer and pizza And spend the evening getting fat

A Man Most Modest

When it comes to being modest I really am the best I am so self-effacing That I outshine the rest Few could be as unassuming Less desiring flattery My metaphoric trumpet Is never blown by me Though I do have many talents And every right to boast The greatest thing about me is I’m less…