When I was born I was almost bald

And I wasn’t  particularly old

Only some nine months, that’s all

So of course I was rather small

Then I grew and grew and grew some more

And all of a sudden I was four!

Then five and six and then sixteen

I’m now twenty-six, but feel rather green

Although I know some maths and some grammar

And have ( Read more... )

He looked around the room to see

What woke him this time -

For it surely was a crime

To wake your captain twice one night!

The captain readied himself for a fight

How lucky that he was ready to fight!

For what he saw was an awful sight

Coming towards him with a spoon

O dear, o dear: the Man with Balloon!

He looked vicious and hungry, a ( Read more... )

The sounds of port grew faint at last

The voyage had now begun

Land was now part of the past

They steered towards the Sun

The Captain stood upon the deck

Puffing at his pipe

“Don’t worry lads, I’ll bring ye home

We’ll not end as a wreck

My ship and I go way way back

We know each other, see,

And nothing does this lady lack

To keep ( Read more... )

O, dear! My third post today! I'll try not to post anymore until tomorrow! But things do pile up when you do not write for a month. This wasn't planned however, but I'll post it anyway.

The Man in the Moon

”Wake up my Captain! O please, wake up quick!”

The captain was woken by a sailor called Nick

Who shook his feet and yelled in his ear

And the ( Read more... )

Aha! cried the captain at two o’clock

He now understood the far away rock

That somehow always sped away

Further and further from the bay

Was perhaps not a rock that was made out of stone

But rather something of flesh, blood and bone

Aha! cried the captain again to his crew

And woke them from dreams of hats in Peru

They blinked with their eyes

At the ( Read more... )

A Mean Machine My Money Mugged

If at first I don’t succeed

You say: try, try again

But I have tried so many times

I cannot try again

For an hour or so I’ve tried so hard

To get a bit of food

But the vending machine is mean

to me and says; “No food!”

I’ve worked so hard, yet not a crumb

It’s given me to eat

I think it’s mean it won’t give me

A single thing ( Read more... )

A little something I wrote while waiting for the bus. I don't know if I dare to call it poetry, but it's meant to be something similiar at least.... Verses? :-)

Trader and Nell

The drip drip drop was falling down

It rained upon the old old town

Most in ragged houses hid

And none paid heed to Trader’s bid

Trader tried his goods to sell

But at the market ( Read more... )

Here's a poem I wrote a while back. Hope you like it!

Under My Bed

Under my bed are a great many things;
garbage, and treasure and everything
all that I've hidden or lost in the past,
all lies under dust that rises fast

A doll shoe, a blue bead, a goldmining map,
a toenail, an appleseed, an old bottle's cap,
my homework, my hairclip, a picture I like,
my ( Read more... )