Archive for the 'Little Books' Category

The Boggle Bog

Monday, April 27th, 2020

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 Mouse

Saturday, April 11th, 2020

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 […]

Bode the Warewolf

Saturday, March 7th, 2020

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

Mary’s Thoughts on Religion

Friday, February 7th, 2020

“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 […]

Zom B the Zombie Bee

Friday, January 17th, 2020

Zom B the zombie bee lived with his friends in the honey tree Looking for the grey stuff to munch He’d settled for some bones to crunch Thinking those humans where a sorry bunch And so Zom B the zombie bee set out for the briny sea where a plague hit the crew a plague […]

Bimbling Bombling Bumble Bees

Tuesday, January 7th, 2020

Bimbling bombling bumble bees are in competition with the honey bees Bimbling high and bombling low Flombering and womberling to and throw Large and fat they hum and drone Looking for the nectars home The nectar lives in the flowers bowl And bumbles bees need it to grow To make them big and fat and […]

Jean’s Welly’s

Monday, August 26th, 2019

Jean’s wellys are rather smelly As she wont wear her socks So when we go walking She gets blisters the size of rocks But what’s worse is those blisters burst And she expects to be nursed! With a wail and a whimper It’s home we flitter Meaning poor mummy ain’t gonna get no fitter!

Little Kitten

Tuesday, July 16th, 2019

Little kitten plucked from the ground To be hugged and petted and stroked all round Shame the fur ball shows it’s fear

A Warning in Verse to Fellow Cats

Sunday, June 16th, 2019

If a human grabs you and wont let go even with claws flashing too and throw The chances are its time for the worst Being shoved in a basket always come first The the engine roaring loud Drowning out that little mewing sound Then the vet whilst pinning you down rends Their thermometer where it […]

The Banana-Rama Drama

Sunday, May 26th, 2019

To assault a banana is to create a drama but not for the farmer who likes to salt his narnas to feed to his llamas who actually prefer sultanas resulting in a banana-rama of banana munching llamas Oh what a palaver The banana-rama of salting a narna Which is really insulting to bananas As it […]