One Minute Rhyme on a Post-It Note

on my little post it
I just made a note
why I did I cannot say
I just know what I wrote
I think I must be really bored
or need the exercise
but that the note became a rhyme
took me fully by surprise.

Counting (unfinished)

I started counting trees today
but stopped at eighty four
though I haven’t any proof to show
I’m sure there’s many more

I also counted smiles today
and conversely counted frowns
there’s some doubt about my findings
as I counted upside down

One Minute Rhyme Mark XLIV : Minding Gaps

my process is as follows
I take the phrase
that comes to mind
to see what’s in its heart to find
and then sometimes
it works quite well
but sometimes not
though when it does
and from that phrase
a thought anew
my spirits raised
and then I’m happy
though sometimes I am not

A Second Class Return To Nottingham (unfinished)

you taste like a koala bear
she said after a kiss
the eucalyptus chest rub
still glowing on her lips
the sniffles stuffed my sinuses
so not a pretty sight
but I taste like a koala bear
which makes me feel alright

Age Of Consent

In a sleepy seaside town
nowhere near the sea
I tawt I taw a putty tat
all itchin’ with a flea
the flea though was a scratchcard
for the local lottery
and putty tat found cherries
not one
nor two
but three

He skipped off to the newsagents
to see what he had won
perhaps he’d take a mini break
a week under the sun
in a real seaside town
somewhere near a sea
with cat nip flowing on demand
and prawn cocktails for his tea

Alas his dreams were shattered
the shopkeeper was mean
as little scratchy putty tat
couldn’t prove he was eighteen

One Minute Rhyme Mark XXXVI : Barnaby The Cat

Barnaby has orange eyes
they shine like tangerines
the other cats don’t talk to him
because his eyes aren’t green
but that doesn’t bother Barnaby
if you must know the truth
as he prefers
to sit and stare
and remain quite aloof

Not quite a dirty limerick really

Sometimes there’s a bordello in my head
the lights are dimly lit and coloured red
though it never sees the business
that it used to in the day
I hope the doors stay open til I’m dead

One Minute Rhyme Mark XXIX : Duck

There’s a little black duck having fun today
he quacked in B sharp and then flew away
his vocabulary’s weak but his tune is grand
I’ll grab my kazoo and maybe join his band.

One Minute Rhyme Mark XXII Bad Pun

a cultured mushroom
went one day
to see a famous
comedy play
he liked to laugh
rather than cry
after all he was
quite the fungi.

One Minute Rhyme Mark XXI : Ostrich

If I were an ostrich
with my head down in the sand
I’d dream of flying backwards
on the other hand
but ostriches have no fingers
and neither have they thumbs
and their wings
aren’t made for things
like flying just for fun
so I think I’d be another bird
a smaller one guess
that doesn’t dig into the dirt
and get its hair a mess.