A Jewish magician

With a lot of ambition

Said ‘hey presto’

Let’s see you beat that.

With a wave and a flourish

And an ego to nourish

He pulled a Rabbi

Right out of his hat.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton Jun 6th 2006. All rights reserved.

I read until my eyes spin round

Then plop out squishy on the ground.

And then there’s nothing can be read

Until they’re poked back in my head.

 

© Copyright Philip Barton 12th May 2011. All rights reserved

My fingers have a memory

They type words on their own.

I never know what’s coming

From my metacarpal bone.

Up and down,

A motion blurred,

And light, just like a feather.

If only they could talk

Then I could shut down altogether.

 

            © Copyright Philip Barton September 4th, 2008. All rights reserved.

One day in a splendid endeavour,

He tried much too hard to be clever.

He talked such a lot

His tongue tied in a knot,

And silence reigned forever.

 

© Copyright. Philip Barton May 27th, 2010 All rights reserved

My star is rising
What can be next?
Oscars? Nobel? Man Booker?
For adulation
I confess
I’m really quite a sucker.

(Please read this ditty with an Irish accent and you’ll hear the rhyme work!)

© Copyright Chris Hayden 13th February 2026. All rights reserved.

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