Author name: Philip Barton

Now listen nose

And hear me well.

You don’t look good

And always smell.

@Copyright Philip Barton 12th February 2011. All rights reserved.

She stepped upon a nail one day

When running as a kiddy.

She went in circles after that

And grew up rather giddy.

© Copyright Philip Barton 25th May 2018. All rights reserved

He sets his cap on back to front

His bum crack plain to view.

He snarls and sneers

To hide his fears.

A rebel without a clue.

© Copyright Philip Barton 11th October 2017. All rights reserved

I’ve been considering the problem of Lucy

And her refusal to come when I choose.

The solution I feel

That is totally real

Is a remote control in her shoes.

© Copyright Philip Barton 11th July 2003. All rights reserved

I’ve lived a rather silly life,

I spent it cooking pancakes.

I had some highfalutin plans,

But merely those that man makes.

There seemed to be a lot of time,

A large and unspent sum.

That endless future, far in front,

Sneaked round and kicked my bum.

I turned around and there it was,

Time drained from out life’s cup.

Now I’ll never, ever know

What I’ll be when I grow up.

© Copyright Philip Barton April 11th, 2017. All rights reserved

I’ve walked a straight, but different road

and pondered on the end.

I must be nearly there because

I’m going round the bend.

© Copyright Philip Barton, 3rd May 2020. All rights reserved.

A party going

Dragon fly

Flew in and drank the

Flagon dry.

© Copyright Philip Barton 11th June, 2019. All rights reserved.

A gang of biscuits dressed in black

And riding Harley bikes

Rode into town this afternoon,

We’d never seen their likes.

They waggered* round or sat in groups

With cups of steaming tea.

We hid between the curtains

And the family’s old settee.

But in they came and found us

And we shrank against the wall.

They were squat and round,

Close to the ground,

Not very big at all.

But they were many, we were few,

We didn’t stand a chance.

They forced us to the table

And I saw my brother glance

At the cupboard in the corner

Where he kept his gelignite.

He made a dash and threw it as I

Clenched my bottom tight.

And that is what we had to face

And now you know dear Mother.

The reason there are biscuit crumbs

All over me and brother.

* wagger (v): to swagger around in a not entirely successful attempt to look menacing.

© Copyright Philip Barton 21s March 2018. All rights reserved.

He slammed the car door really hard

And then began to shout.

The problem was his body was

Half in yet still half out.

He really made a dreadful fuss

And stirred up quite a scene

And later on he grew up

Half the man he could have been.

© Copyright Philip Barton September 12th, 2002. All rights reserved.