Best Rickets Poems

My one legged mate called Rickets
Pierced his foot on a thorn in the thickets
As he hopped around in pain
He did it again and again
It was...

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Sing with the birds in May
Pretty songs in dancing play
Raindrops on pedals of flowers
Inspire dreams in spring showers
Nests where robin eggs lay
Give new life to...

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He stands upon the salty,slippery deck,
Yelling yaargh matey ,
with a halfhearted pirate drawl.
He's not to impressed with himself,
not an eyepatch or wooden leg,
not even a...

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I appreciate you asking me for a date
Would you believe you asked too late?

No? Well I have another excuse
A list of them that's quite profuse

I...

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“Jealousy”
Jimmy had odds to beat, one he was a black teen and the temptations of big city’s Streets. 
But a single black mother’s determination held...

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I am a genius
I must profess
I have a Doctorate in bundling
And one in making my life a mess.

Everything I turn my hand to
My efforts soon...

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The saints are prosperous and you know why
they torment your kingdom, you aren’t shy
condemned by everlasting rickets
hidden by all kinds of false jackets
smoke all the...

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There was once a woman
who lived on Sheffield's London road
with greasy unwashed hair
black crooked teeth
and huge wart on the end of her nose.

Her eyes were...

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Why do people talk to babies as though they were stupid?

Isn’t he lovely? the old woman said
And doesn’t he look the spit of his Dad
Is...

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The first, a blessing of birth, from a mother of faith.
Flat fat feet which, in the shower,  sound like suction cups.  
A small...

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Known for one, behind which are many more,
a Land well carved into
geographic abundance and anthropologic history.
A land of majestic fjords and of the midnight sun.
A...

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I was the seventh child in a family of four,
the second born, do I need to say more?
Well perhaps I should fill in a few...

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You have fifty and four blessed territories circa
possessing lots of begging empty acres
but still a beautiful engine-less car
and a first timer in the game of...

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boy walks on his own
no new issues with rickets
bold calendar day...

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The sign actually said ‘Universal Disposal’ but the haggard squalid creature 

Had no time for such ephemeral discourse he could just about spell his name

Kanja...

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