For being a shade
Tuesday eats Monday
Resulting in a six day week
The only trouble is
Thursday is five times as long
And the scarf that you wear
Has sworn to destroy you
The train journey was good
But unfortunately
It never left the station
Because it wasn’t a ‘real’ train
Autumn is beautiful this time of year
And often very funny
I laugh all the time
Especially when I’m brushing my teeth
With a spoon
I stuff my pillow full of tiny drums
And when I hit it with my spade
They often break
And sometimes make noise
That keeps me awake
It’s easter once again
How many has that been?
“plenty!” shouted Noah
as he drank his glass of beer
in the shower
Neon Is a brilliant gas
It glows in tubes at night
Then one day
The letter P
Hammers the secretary’s poodle
Fracturing its pride
She later bought me buns
Jealousy makes me buttons
Mutton my mittens in icing
Policeman arrests his silhouette
Subtly baiting the fox
On the horizon
Teacher my friend is all battered!
In battery acid and bread
Crumbs on the head of equator
The tiger that bites me to bed