So here’s another World Poetry Day
And yet again no request came my way
To spearhead some sort of large-scale campaign;
Maybe it’s the quality of my work.
I’ll just leave this here.
It’s not the finest-wrought verse;
No special attention has been paid to rhyme or metre.
But I needed something to put in
So I could post the next one on the correct day;
You’ll see what I mean.
I’m allowed one of these kinds of things every now and again
And to be honest others have been worse.
A baker in London beguiles
Everyone with her radiant smiles.
When she takes out her buns
She physically stuns
All the men within seventeen miles.
No satire, it’s just worth saying
Until it sinks in more broadly:
The President of the U.S.,
By any objective standard,
Is a terrible human being.
An alien came down from Mars,
Started blowing up buses and cars;
He wanted a planet
For his kids to inhabit
But decided against taking ours.
Underground in his bunker sat Steve.
He was not in a hurry to leave.
He seemed a bit crazed
And you would be amazed
At the bullshit that Steve would believe.
El Magnifico effed and he jeffed,
For his magic tricks weren’t at all deft.
Rabbits ate his hat,
The rope trick fell flat,
And his audience got up and left.
The Contessa Di Marco once said
“There’s enough time to sleep when you’re dead;
for now, to my mind,
it is easy to find
better things to get up to in bed!”
When Roderick unzipped his pants
And adopted his ‘elephant’ stance
All the sensitive guys
Made to cover their eyes
But one or two had a sly glance.
If you’ve never met Jonathan Brock
You’re in for a bit of a shock.
Most unwary folk
Assume it’s a joke
But you’ll pale at the size of his cock.