I’ve noticed that I’m often wrong

My wife points it out every night.

So I live every day as though it’s my last

And one day I will be right.

© Copyright Philip Barton 3rd October 2018. All rights reserved.

There’ll be no ditty at all today.
This artist is on strike.
Editor failed – yet again.
We’re not at all alike.

While I’m perfect, he makes errors.
Foul-ups all the time.
So on this day,
Without delay,
No reason and no rhyme.

The toilet is a dingy place

Where hairy spiders roam.

They build nests under toilet seats

In every single home.

Never think about them,

As it makes it hard to pee.

There really aren’t that many,

But there’s always two or three.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton July 14th, 2010. All rights reserved.

I couldn’t do it anymore.

All silliness was drained.

Sobriety and seriousness

No longer was constrained.

It truly was a tragedy,

The ditty well run dry.

No wafts of whimsy wackiness

And waffle pie in sky.

So now I wear a daily frown

With concentrated scowls.

I stare up at the monthly moon

Emitting wolfy howls.

© Copyright Philip Barton, July 5th, 2025.  All rights reserved

Not blowing my own trumpet,

As boastfulness I shun,

But when young and slight,

I was so bright,

My father called me son.

 

©  Copyright Philip Barton, March 16th, 2026. All rights reserved

Oh the shame and humiliation.

A blight on an artist’s endeavour.

This editorial team,

The cream de la meme.

Was nearly so ever so clever.

They said that A.I. was the problem.

That a glitch in the system prevailed.

When the smartest of panties,

Meet rhyme vigilantes,

We now know the editors failed.

So enough of these lame excuses.

Enough of the claims of insane.

The ditty gods knew,

There’ll be no deja vu,

There’ll be no deja vu again.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton, August 1st 2026. All rights reserved

With her wrinkled old hands

In the sink where she stands

Head bowed over vegetable peelings.

Each Sunday she takes off her pinny and goes,

Down the road to the Church of Hurt Feelings.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton, 16th December 2016. All rights reserved.

During a rather silly rhyme,

That I knew could not be new.

I experienced,

And not for the first time,

A sense of deja vu.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton, July 13th 2026. All rights reserved

During a rather silly rhyme,

That I knew could not be new.

I experienced,

And not for the first time,

A sense of deja vu.

 

 

© Copyright Philip Barton, July 13th 2026. All rights reserved