When I have nits Grown ups say They are bad And the itching I’ll agree Will drive you mad But have you seen That grown ups tend To get a little thine on top? And out of their chins pops wispy hairs That’s because Knitting nits Knot your hair Make it strong and thick And […]
Remembered that I’d posted this video – it is the preliminary work put in to some of the science communication stuff I do. This was filmed before I went off to the University of the West of England to do my course. I thought I would share for amusement value and cuteness.
Underwater ballerina’s Twirling in the undertoe Synch and swim Tucked and trim Mermaids with legs
Spider spider on the wall How very quickly you appear to crawl Legs in series spiked and barbed With fangs of poison you are armed Deadly to those tiny pray Injected, digested whilst they lay Spun in a cocoon of silk A late lunch of insect milk Spider spider on the wall What’s the eight […]
The tree had a skirt A fine robe of gold Of fire It blazed When the sun rose It was clear And misty beams Allowing radiant halos The tree had a skirt It was the finest in all the woods Sometimes it would gloat Though not much really
A few years back I launched The Little Book of Spoogy Poetry – I did this twice the first was for the ebook and the second time for the actual physical book. Here is my daughter reading parts of the collection. The book was initially written for her only and then I added a few […]
The Boggle Bog was a monstrous log that lived in the swamps of Forgetme Knot Large and brown covered with lichen down to hide him in the swamps of Forgetme Knott With teeth of pinecone he was apt to roam Within the swamps of Forgetme Knott He would wait for strangers but hide from the […]
Maurice the musical mechanical mouse Lives in a wonderful little house The chimney is made of a silver flute And when the wind blows it will toot The well is a cymble above a drum When you turn the handle it goes Pa ra pa pa rum Maurice the musical mechanical mouse’s wonderful little house […]
There once was a warewolf called Bode Who was I’m afraid anything but bold Instead of going out at night To scare people and give them a fright He would sit at home eating cream cheese Asking for cold tea with a thankyou and a please
“That’s the cross where Jesus dies I spies Mummy The cross where he dies It’s a top the tower Of that building the one like a fort” Little Mary has a thought “But Jesus is a baby in my tummy Isn’t that funny? In my tummy And he’ll be born on Christmas day So my […]