If Wishing Made It So

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I never feel that ought I write
is good enough for publication.
Instead, I dream each night
that I’m in print in all the nations.
A poet can dream, of course,
when the truth is mere blight.
Though it surely would be better
to sit my backside down and write.

An Interesting Fact About Goldfish

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He is green around the gills;
He is floating on his side.
You can see that he is ill;
You assume that he has died.
An ordinary mistake
Goldfish owners often make.

He can be resuscitated:
He is merely constipated.

A garden pea, minus shell
Rescues him from goldfish hell.
Soon, he’s swimming round the bowl,
Can’t recall his bunged-up hole.
Little fishy’s full of beans.
Moral: always eat your greens.

Rush Hour Crush

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The Metro Newspaper (free to commuters) has a section devoted to passengers sending messages to other passengers, in the hopes of finding true love. Or true lust, as the case may be. https://metro.co.uk/rush-hour-crush/

This poem was inspired by the following message:
To handsome guy with the golden retriever who got off at West Brompton. Everyone was stroking your dog and all I wanted to do was stroke you. Fancy a drink? The Girl In Black, London

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The passengers stroked your dog.
All I wanted to do was stroke you
in places that shouldn’t be shown on the train.
What’s a horny girl to do?

Being a healthy hetero,
I’ll write it in the Met-r-o.

Today Is World Limerick Day

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They say on the twelfth of May
It will be World Limerick Day
If the whole world would write
Five fun lines, I’d bite
But read 7 billion? No way!

Dear Reader, I’m challenging you
I hope that you won’t misconstrue
Won’t you please have a go?
If you didn’t know
Limericks are such fun to do

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They’re a doddle to write:

  • Five lines
  • Lines 1+2+5 rhyme
  • Lines 3+4 rhyme
  • Usually funny, but no pressure here (you read mine, didn’t you?)

Card Sharp

My Dad loved card games, any card games:
8-5-3; Rummy; Jack High; Whist.

He kept us kids up late on school nights,
until he won. Perhaps avoiding Mum.

Beating her at her own game;
or admitting defeat. Who can say?

Next day I had to declare, ‘I didn’t do my homework, Miss,
but I learned how to count the cards in Poker; will that do?’

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It would have been my Dad’s 86th birthday today. There’s a little poetic licence here as he didn’t keep us up as late as the poem suggests…honest…