Ditty

© Copyright Ross Medley 23rd April 2026. All rights reserved.

My wife says I repeat myself,

Although it isn’t true.

My wife says I repeat myself.

And I said, so do you.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton, 11th April 2023. All rights reserved

Molly became famous.

Well known both near and far.

Her funeral was as befits

An Influencer star.

 

There wasn’t much to bury,

Just some hair and bits of nose.

It almost filled a matchbox,

(Though they later found some toes.)

 

The legend says she fought back hard,

With Escals bashed and battered.

They made a charge, she charged right back,

Those Escals broke and scattered.

 

But in the end the numbers told,

And Molly met her fate.

Best avoid those angry beasts

And never escalate.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton, December 3rd, 2024. All rights reserved

 

A lone banana rode the trail,

Then galloped into town.

Once lean and mean,

Though somewhat green.

Now past his prime and brown.

 

Like Icarus, he’d touched the Sun.

Turned yellow, hit the wall.

Once in a bunch,

Now Luca’s lunch,

Oh how the mighty fall.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton, November 25th, 2024 All rights reserved

He muttered and chattered,

He just wouldn’t stop.

He waffled and blathered,

Quite over the top.

 

He drivelled and babbled,

Tomfoolery talked.

In twaddle he dabbled,

And that’s when I baulked.

 

I looked all around,

For the source of this drone,

And that’s when I found

I was all on my own.

 

 

© Copyright Philip Barton, June 4th, 2025  All rights reserved

 

It’s important to coordinate

When going for a stroll.

Your legs and arms must synchronise

And that must be the goal.

 

Legs are twice as long as arms,

So must move half as fast.

So count the swing of both your arms

Removing first and last.

 

Then average out the sum of that.

Add one leg to the total.

There’s science to relaxing walks,

But that’s just anecdotal.

 

 

©  Copyright Philip Barton, June 10th, 2025 All rights reserved

 

I’ve ‘come out’ as an Englishman

Of almost 80 years.

I’m in remission now

Receiving help from volunteers.

At Englishmen Anonymous,

Our weekly get-together,

We admit we’re boring irritants

Who drone about the weather.

It’s with me every day.

There is no resolution.

My wife declares that what I say

Is best thought noise pollution.

I can never let my guard down.

To Englishness I’m prone.

I can tell it’s coming on again

When I start to whine and moan. 

 

© Copyright Philip Barton, July 11th, 2025 All rights reserved

I bask in the light

Of a popular glow.

If I had any friends

They would tell you so.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton. 9th October 2019. All rights reserved.

I gaze upon my pen,

And watch it as it wanders.

It vacillates from silence

To pontificating ponders.

There are days it lacks ignition

And meanders off in mumbles.

Its logic breaks or gets the shakes

With intellectual fumbles.

Yet some days hit a peak.

A lucid cogent shine.

Such wisdom, couth

And timeless truth,

These ones I claim as mine.

 

©  Copyright Philip Barton, February 22nd, 2026,All rights reserved