Peckish Poems

Question Of The Ages

...
Why did the chicken cross Abbey Road?
Because it was there,
but which came first?
Obviously, not the egg,
as it has no legs.
The first chicken to cross the road,
feeling peckish,
not...

Roll in Sin

...Roll In Sin

Rulers are just straight measuring sticks  
Buddy clubs and straight jackets
Ladders behaving like flowers
Black rose bush learing over the pastel shined Tulips grown 

A differen...

Moscow II

...As swift assaults endeavored to prevail,
the magnitude of death was asinine.
‘Twas such a toll above a measured scale
that no explicit value could define.
As battles raged, no exploit could surmo...

Apple Picking

...APPLE PICKING 

“Adam, are you hungry?” 

Asked Eve, seductively. 

“There’s a lovely juicy apple 

On a low branch of that tree.” 

 

“I must confess I’m peckish,” 

Said Adam longing...

Where the Cans Are

...Alone and hungry
left leg aches like a broken peg
in the mugginess of its left slipper.

Not a good day for fixing anything
but the sealed and over salted,
the quickly warmed and spooned
that ...

Heron

...Turtle so slow
Has emerged from below 
How does he breathe down there
Without any air
Don’t ask me how
At least not just now
I’m feeling a bit peckish
And could stand a nice fish dish
Earlier...

Blue Flu

...Bandicoot's bounce over my dead lead head.
Grim the outlook,
I am the grimness in my own storybook.
Moods are my mannerism's.
Gooey nose - a stonking flu
got me
now I mimic a monkey
with my bu...

Welcome To Age Thirteen

...angry pouty blonde wants straight hair
misunderstood redhead wants to be a blonde
annoyed brunette hates her mother and her curls
evasive curly-haired teen wants thinner hair
peckish thin-haired ...

Breath of Spring Air

...Melting snow,
Cool breeze,
Crowded crows diving in a row,
Return of the unfriendly bees,
Colorful rainbow in the sky,
And the strange songs of the talkative parrot;
These are sig...

Unwashed

...Rumbles of boredom lead the mouth to eat
but then there are the unwashed,
the residue of the crumbling
and smeared. Greasy utensils
sneaking like sharks amongst the soaking dishes.

A need now ...

My Son My Friend

...Mourn not my Son... your Father's dead
And there's nothing to be done.
Do not mount the battlements in my defense
As the race was fairly won.

The kitchen table has not been set...
My chair lie...

The Queues of Life

...Waiting in the barbers for my hair to be cut
Didn't matter the queue was long and didn"t tut
I waited in line also for the clothes shop too
Wasn't concerned about the length of the queue 

I fel...

But I'M Feeling Much Better Now

...Woke up this morning, it's one of those days.
I see the bright sunshine through a grey, misty haze.
My head hurts, my eyes burn, I hurt in some places,
That used to be located in different places....

The Unwashed

...Rumbles of boredom
lead me to eat
but then there are the unwashed,
the residue of the crumbling
and smeared. Greasy utensils
sneaking like sharks
amongst the soaking dishes.

We need to refre...

Fishy Fanatics

...What would you do, if you did, 
get up close and personal with a fish. 
Would you ask him a generic q, 
like 'where's the nearest public loo?' 
Or try your best to respect, 
his blubbering, sout...

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