I set out to write something sensible,

Something meaningful,

Clever

And smart.

But it all fell away in a childish display

When I realised that line rhymed with ‘fart’.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton 28th May 2009. All rights reserved

Words can be thought of as families,

Some are perfect and others quite gross.

And some are estranged,

Or completely deranged,

Some happy and others morose.

But each has their place in the balance

Of a world that is tuned to perfection.

For all of their quirks,

Their place in it works,

It just takes a bit of reflection.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton 4 February 2017 All rights reserved

A zebra ate

an alligat…

or was it another critter?

Whatever it was

the zebra thought

it tasted rather bitter.

 

© Copyright Chris Hayden 5th Feb 2026. All rights reserved.

I washed my hair as usual,

One otherwise ordinary morning.

Then a sudden cough

And one ear fell off.

So let that be a warning.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton 17 March 2008 All rights reserved

When markets rise it’s no surprise

Your government takes the credit.

It’s a cleverness and vision thing,

Bold leadership that led it.

But when markets fall and suffering starts

It’s business thugs who bled it.

Those greedy corporate crooks are jailed

And your government takes the credit.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton 24 November 2014 All rights reserved

First breath in and then breath out,

Is a rule to never flout.

And after lying down from strain,

Make sure you stand back up again.

To ensure your life is kept on track,

Don’t have a major heart attack.

These rules will keep you safe and sound,

Not decomposing underground.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton 5 September 2008 All Rights Reserved

Of all the cups of tea I’ve drunk,

This one was one to savour.

But a little biscuit did a dunk

And buggered up the flavour.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton 11 July 2012 All rights reserved

The world needs an energy blueprint

A new and sustainable way.

We’ll reduce our energy footprint

By sitting around all day.

 

We’ll not go on planes or in cars,

No more rocket ships off to the stars.

We’ll sit on a seat,

And watch movies and eat.

While writing our memoirs.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton 9th March 2011. All rights reserved

It was a love that was blind,

They were deaf to appeals.

As their toes entwined,

They fell head-over-heels.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton 17 December 2018 All rights reserved