Month: February 2016

The Pareidoliac Diaries

I spied a cloudy hippo
strumming his guitar
it could have been a mandolin
but I saw it from afar
he drifted by
and changed his mind
so blew a little tune
upon a passing jumbo jet
on a heading to the moon

Next up charged young Cary Grant
with an extra leg to boot
his middle limb got in the way
when it came time to shoot
the crop dust scene from Hitchcock
didn’t turn out for the best
as the clouds soon blew the other way
with the winds from the south west.


Razzle dazzle rainclouds
lead me down the lane
and I can’t learn the bagpipes
till the sun comes out again

In German, bagpipe’s doodle sack
or at least that’s how it sounds
and objectively I like that
on purely aesthetic grounds.

But now it’s still a raining
dogs and cats and stuff
so to start my sack a doodling
seems rather much too much.

Early Scrawlings Of The Geographically Questionable Mersey Poet

I went down to Morpeth Dock
to hear the gun greet one o’clock
the cannon balls whizzed overhead
and landed deep in Birkenhead
they knocked the head off old man Laird
which shocked a watching Liverbird
who’d fell asleep upon his train
and ended up in old Green Lane
so resigned to use the tunnel bus
he’d stuck around to see the fuss
of statues being blown asunder
with shock and awe and sense of wonder
before he took the Kingsway home
and back up upon his perch alone
as his judy was out on the lash
with a diddy man from Knotty Ash
who wasn’t all that small at all
as she’d found out at old Speke Hall.
Anyhow I do digress
and apologise now for all this mess
of song and rhyme and disconnection
It just came out upon reflection.