Silly Stuff (For Robbie Yates — O the shame, O the infamy!) — Timeless Classics

Err… so the wonderful Ana over at Timeless Classics wrote a poem about me.

My favorite line is definitely “Was made to laugh his poems by | I spewed my cocktail on my skirt…” although the fact that she finds reading my poems a “High risk occupation” is also a little bit marvelous.

Like, just for instance, last time I Was made to laugh his poems by I spewed my cocktail on my skirt…

via Silly Stuff (For Robbie Yates — O the shame, O the infamy!) — Timeless Classics

Our Teacher

Our teacher is forgetful
He doesn’t know my name
Last term he gave me Tom’s report
He said they’re all the same
He doesn’t wear a watch and so
He doesn’t know the time
He teaches us until it’s dark
We miss our dinnertime

Our teacher is forgetful
He’s really quite a fool
And once, in fact, the guy forgot
To come to school
But there’s a silver lining,
He’s actually the best:
He cannot read or write so we
Do not do any tests!

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The Bath

There once was a small toddler, just two or three years old,
And though he loved to sing and dance and laugh,
His very fav’rite pastime, his hobby number one
Was dropping random things into the bath.

He’d splash in tubs of butter. He’d splosh in tubes of paint.
He’d dunk his toys, his books and several rocks.
And when, at last, his mum or dad came ambling up the stairs,
They’d see the bath three-quarters full of socks.

“Oh Christopher,” they’d mumble, grabbing cans of peas and beans,
“Why do you love to make such dreadful mess?”
But all young Chris would do was point and open up his mouth.
“I made,” was all he’d say, no more, no less.

But then one day, he hit that age when words weren’t such a chore.
His mum took in his mess, her eyes adroop.
“Oh Christopher, why are you such a nuisance,” mum just moaned.
“But Mum!” said Chris, eyes sparkling. “I made soup!”

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