Huge herds of wild elephants go flying in the sky.
People rarely get to see them as they’re famously quite shy.
They’re clever and they paint themselves to camouflage their flight.
Blue with white spots just like clouds to keep them out of sight.

A place for all and all in place, tails poised in expectation,
They pack their trunks, then flap their ears and flutter in formation.
One day I’m going to see them and I’ll look until they’re found.
They must be somewhere flying because they’re nowhere on the ground.

© Copyright Philip Barton, May 5th 2023 – All rights reserved

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Eyes swelled and protruded,
Tongue limp and extruded,
His face told the tale of the toll.

Loquacious, bodacious,
His patience fugacious,
He’d swallowed the dictionary whole.

© Copyright Philip Barton, October 16, 2021. All rights reserved.

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He bought a guitar and he strummed,
But he wasn’t much good so he drummed.
A complete utter loss,
He was given the toss,
So he sat in the corner and hummed.

© Copyright Philip Barton February 27, 2022. All rights reserved.

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The apocalypse is here,
Time to say a prayer.
Mayhem, carnage, fear.
Whatever will I wear?

© Copyright Philip Barton March 13^th, 2022. All rights reserved.

I gazed into my navel
With a mystic inclination.
My eyes transfixed and piercing
As I sought illumination.

My enlightenment was focused,
Cosmic consciousness alert
Soon I attained the realisation
I’d lost a button from my shirt.

© Philip Barton March 12^th, 2019. All rights reserved.

She had her Daddy’s ears and nose
She took them whilst he slept.
She gave him back one ear to hear
But all the rest she kept.

© Copyright Philip Barton November 1st, 2018. All rights reserved.

A lifeless, woolly cardigan
Laid waste by fickle fates
Lies flattened on the road
Bound for the plain and pearly gates.

© Copyright Philip Barton February 20^th, 2025. All rights reserved.

It was the longest chip in the world,
This record would take some beating.
It was coming out of his bottom,
Before he’d finished eating.

© Copyright Philip Barton January 18^th, 2018. All rights reserved.

When lions and tigers prowl around
And hungrily try to find me.
I quickly climb the nearest tree
And pull up the trunk behind me.

©Copyright Philip Barton 1st July 2021. All rights reserved.