I don’t know if the problem is that I’m uninspired Or if it’s just a case that I’m a little overtired But lately I’ve been struggling to locate my muse I’ve checked and it’s not hiding in either of my shoes I’m sure that other bloggers have experienced my plight It’s hard to keep on…
Tag: rhyme
A Rhyme That Serves A Purpose
When you are a blogger That is plagued by writer’s block And you’re trying to post daily And you’re up against the clock It’s better not to worry That you’re running out of time Instead just phone it in With a facile little rhyme
A Poem About How The Beginning Of March Is Never Quite As Nice, Weather-wise, As We Expect It To Be
Though March is but a few days old I’m disappointed, (truth be told) That most days are still quite cold Unlike the dream that I was sold I was taught that March was Spring Newly returned birds would sing And clement weather they would bring While everyone produced offspring Instead as I awake each day…
A Rapid And Somewhat Cynical Rhyme About The Ending Of Covid Restrictions In The UK (That May Or May Not Be Happening In The Near Future)
You could say 2021 Has not really been much fun But as we’re on month number three It won’t be long until we’re free For now that spring has almost sprung We will soon all be back among People that we’ve had to avoid As our social lives were destroyed By a globalish pandemic That…
A Rapid Rhyme That Continues A Recent Theme About Pandemic Overeating
When I can’t cope I look for hope In empty calories In salted snacks and melted cheese Food gives relief Though not without griefFor the less I abstain The more weight I gainAnd perhaps even worse The comfort’s inverse The more I find in chow The less my trousers offer now
A Rapid Rhyme About Drinking Beer
Recently I fear I’ve been drinking too much beer Though it might be less risky Than consuming excess whisky It has often been my way To knock back an IPA I find you cannot fail With a decent pale ale Though I’d probably be fitter If I eased off on the bitter I know I…
A Poem That Is Intentionally Boring
This poem is quite boring This poem’s not interesting This poem is monotonous This poem is tedious This poem is repetitious This poem is repetitiousThis poem’s unimaginative This poem is repetitive This poem is repetitive This poem is unimaginative This poem is repetitious This poem is repetitiousThis poem is tedious This poem is monotonous This…
A Rapid Rhyme About Poor Lifestyle Choices For Which I’m Making The Current Pandemic A Scapegoat
Oh we’re still in lockdown three Yearning to be free But you won’t find me whinging Instead I’ve started binging Boxsets, booze and food Whatever takes my mood I’m looking quite a state I’m more than overweight But it’s hard to really care If I’m not going anywhere And since I’m staying here I’ll have…
A Rhyme That Is Relying On Its Dissimilarity To Other Poetic Forms In Order To Justify Its Existence
Today I have nothing of worth to say But it appears that I’m saying it anyway And when I have nothing to convey Bad poetry often becomes my mainstay Indeed on this blog there’s a fine array Of underwhelming haikus on display It’s a tactic I tend to overplay In my quest to post something…
A Silly Poem For My Wife On Valentine’s Day
Please be mine On this day of Valentine It’s not like you have a choice So you might as well rejoice Because you are my wife And that’s a job for life Unless of course You have grounds for divorce But you’ve stuck with me this long To leave now would be wrong And if…
Another Limerick That Was More About Me Trying To Make Something Rhyme With The Town Of Reading Than Any Serious Attempt To Say Anything Of Value. Also It Is Still Not Autobiographical
Once a young man travelled to Reading He didn’t know where he was heading He was aiming for Slough But he won’t go there nowCos he’s far too late for his wedding
A Limerick That Was More About Me Trying To Make Something Rhyme With The Town Of Reading Than Any Serious Commentary On The Current Pandemic. Also It Is Not Autobiographical
There was a young man from Reading Who was worried about viruses spreading The television news Only served to confuse Now he was also scared of viral shedding
A Poem That Mainly Laments February
February is a short month Even when it’s long But if you think that brevity Makes it easier, you’re wrong February is still quite hard The weather is still cold And the days are still much shorter Than I’d like if truth be told Oh things improve toward the end Of February’s short stint Pay…
A Poem That Encapsulates My Inner Monologue When I Go Running
I must have gone insane I’m jogging again It seems a bit perverse There’s a voice inside my brain Telling me to train My conscience is a curse My goals I won’t attain I’m still in the slow lane I think I’m in reverse Running in the rain Doesn’t help much with the pain In…
A Poem About The Oxymoronic Nature Of IT ‘Support’
Dear IT support Thanks for your reply It didn’t really help In fact it made me cry I know how to send emails And I can use Excel (Though if I’m being honest I can’t use it very well) But when things just stop working I don’t know what to do And that is why…
A Short But Inspiring Poem
If we want to achieve change Everyone must do their bit Everyone except for me Sadly, I’m a hypocrite
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…
On The Ninth Day Of Christmas…
On the ninth day of Christmas My true love gave to me A reality check, “Christmas is over Now take down the bloody tree!”
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…
A Poem About The Perils Of An Early Start And A Clumsy Disposition
This morning Without warning I fell over while I was yawning It was quite a trip Perhaps more of a slip And I hurt my hip I hadn’t yet switched on my brain And now I’m in some pain Though I’m not one to complain But no bones are broken And now that I’ve awoken…
A Poem About My Cynical Relationship With Poetry
There are some who may not know it But I don’t claim to be a poet And though I sometimes write in verse I can think of nothing worse Than reading poetry I wrote That would really get my goat So if you ask me to read this I’ll choose to give it a miss…
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 With A Consistent Rhyme Scheme Throughout But Little Else To Recommend It
I sat down at night In artificial light That was slightly too bright And I tried to write But I was not erudite And try as I might I just couldn’t quite Get the words right I was probably a sight As if I’d had a fright I was as high as a kite After…
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…
Blank Verse About Why I Don’t Really Like Blank Verse
‘Tis time to try my hand at writing verse The kind that lacks a rhyme but still attempts A rhythmic beat maintained by counting sounds A form as prevalent as it is dull Iambic pentameter without rhyme Might be akin to cake without icing Or birthdays without any cake at all Perhaps as bad as…
A Quatrain About Rain
There are very few things in life That give the same level of strife As the metaphorical pain Caused by a whole weekend of rain
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…
