Sit back . . .Let me tell you a fable,about horses playing pool in a stable
It was no small feat;so they decided to cheatBy taking the triangle off the table
Did you hear about a man called JohnWho makes tea every morning at dawnHe stares at the kettleAs dust starts to settleMaybe he should try turning it on?
I’m smaller than Earth’s moon;but a day lasts 153 hoursWhat could you achieve in an afternoon?If you had my superpowers
New Horizons delivered the newsTaking nine years to reach me . . .I tried to appeal the…
There once was a moon called Triton,Who was fixated with a town near Brighton.Three billion miles awayNot ideal for a short stay,It’s Halloween and they need a good frighton.
Turn back time to 2016We thought we were immuneBut in the month of JuneNobody could have foreseenWe should have a country United;not a country divided . . .
A poem about the one rule we have at my local writing group: you’re not allowed to apologise for your work.
Saturday morningTime to put my feet upWait, isn’t there a Meetup?(Citing),highlightingit’s creative writingTime to put that Tweet up