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  I say that it’s diplodocus  And you say diplodocus  O how the fates do mock us  With this verbal hocus pocus  So whether it’s diplodocus  ...

THE POEM Today your child is a mess  Tomorrow I expect to all intents and purposes that they will be a pile of cess Happy Mother’s Day I gue...

I call this poem CAR PEOPLE because I am and it isn't.  Though beholden to a Holden, I am fonder of a Honda, Make Elantra be my mantra...

 Hello and here is a poem called HEY CHATBOT, WRITE A POEM IN THE STYLE OF AN AI WRITING IN THE STYLE OF A PERSON WRITING IN THE STYLE OF AN...

I like to see the Siamangs at the zoo. Especially when I see one Siamang see another Siamang. Because then, I see a Siamang among the Siaman...

  OF CHRISTMAS CHRIS   How he was DRAGGED DOWN TO CHRISTMAS HELL, The MANNERS AND MODES of the CHRISTMAS DEAD , and CHRISTMAS DAEMONS ,  An...

 Welcome to International Men's Day!  You might think that every day is International Men's Day, but that is not the case: in fact, ...

 To take it from the top, there's 'take it from the top', which means what I just meant it to mean. You might take it to the top...

It is the year two zillion and twenty two, and the world has become a dark despotic hellhole since the extinguishing of our sun a millennia ...

Salad does not exist probably. Have you ever walked in one direction and been met by a salad walking in the other direction? Have you ever b...

 Grace.  Graz.  Coup.  Coo?  Coup de grâce.  Kuh.  Kuh + Gras.  Gras.  Ich danke dir. 

In which two old wits farter on, or did I get that the wrong way round?  THE GREAT DAY - I can't believe it, it's almost here at las...

I hereby present to you the usual sort of cat poem, which I call:  Splat Nat      The fat            cat                 Sat                ...

The autumn leaves The winter wishes it would bloody well clean up after itself. 

Bridges are always pleasing.  A bridge over water is a bridge in its natural environment. A bridge over a road is an eccentric modern innova...

There comes a time in everybody's life when they publish a poem about Oedipus for Mother's Day. So here you go, and there you go. Th...

Once again returning to my basic themes of beards, tweed, and liking the rain, I present to you the following, er, Drip Hop.  I like big dro...

In the Age of Paranoia the Annoyer is upon us,  He's the hyper of hyperbole and hypochondria; Well they say what doesn't kill us onl...

Thank you for your time. 

  When I first learned about the tradition of the Kunst-Märchen - 'art fairy tale', a newly-written fairy tale - in a Goethe Instit...