Sunday 7 December 2014


The cockatiel and the gramophone

the young cockatiel was a curious thing
he'd cock his tuft ear at the slightest soft ping
the gramophone sang
he looked on a-pang
for the opera he knew he could never quite sing

Limerician ventures - first up, blue tit

there was a young tit of the brightest of blue
with yellows and greens, of beauty he knew
the envy of peers
he laughed at their tears
and wiggled his rear as he flew