Bodge Poems - Poems about Bodge

...The force of my thoughts is a force to report, Attention, no Deficit, Hyperactive, no Disorder, call it slaughter when Hyperfocus onslaughts play hocus pocus with my thoughts, a tornado, a hurrica......Read the rest...

...If I ran a hairdresser’s I’d call it ‘curl up and dye’ I think it’s a very clever name, you can see the reason why If I was a carpenter I’d be called Mr Wood My sign would read ‘Mr Wood would fi......Read the rest...

...I feel like an expired crouton when not penning On a soup bowl where spoons are all reeling They would scribble like steam and taste what is read Through minutes and hours, still they a......Read the rest...

...Pills from the doc His opinion one cannot mock Need to take the meds Designed to fix bad heads Invented by boffins To save many coffins The meds we take Enough to decorate a cake Do we feel w......Read the rest...