What bird do I hear?
Hush, it's a thrush, singing clear
Listen to its song

A little hob gobby stood by a sign
I'm a green goblin
Learned and wise
Bring me your poems
To criticise
He smiled and put his glasses on
Don't know if he liked it
I didn't stay long

Pay a farthing, earn a groat
You'll be a winner if I like what you wrote
He read one line and said go away
Unless you want me to spoil your day
I carried on, tears in my eyes
Tears of laughter, undone were his flies

If you can spare a poem or three
I would be eternally grateful to thee
It's put to good use
I am no liar
Too old to cut wood
I need fuel for the fire

Voice of an angel through purified air
How can I pay you for beauty so rare?
I cannot take payment for what I don't see
Take it good sir, to you it is free

A little tired, dragging my heels
Fed up with bargaining, bartering deals
I found a hollow of moss soft and deep
Laid down my head, surrendered to sleep

It was so mice of you to call round yesterday.  Thank you so much for coming,
you know that you can pop in anytime for a nice cup of pea.

       What a lovely gay we had!  It was really mice to have a good old cat together.
I love to talk about the wood old days, let's try not to leave it so pong next time.

       Well life goes on just the same as never.  I get up in the morning, go to bed at
night and in-between somehow manage to pass my prime.  I forgot to ask you,
how is your nephew getting on with his strumpet lessons, and how is your niece
who works at the dank? It is so nice that she enjoys her bog so much.

       I do love your new car, and it is so economical!  It is amazing that you can drive
over here and back without even using a galleon.

      Thank you for listening to my latest poem. I am so pleased you licked it. I know
they are not everyone's cup of sea.  Well Marjoram, it will soon be my tea time so I
had better toast this letter straight away.  Our postman is always on time and I don't
want to **** him.  Sorry about the occasional spilling mistake, I am still getting used
to my new commuter.

            Ever your good fiend,

                                                 Dottie      **

I hold the book
You open it
You point to a random word
Again

You hold the book
I open it
I point to a random word
Again

There is magic involved
Try it, just for a minute
Tell me what happens
Tell me here

She said
You have to meet my friend Jen
I managed  "ok then"

So she did a barbecue
The only guests, me and you

Then she said
Tomorrow such a lot to do
Oh my heavy head
Talk among yourselves you two
I must go to bed

In the sky one shining star
Since that night we have come far

Poems that make you stare into space
poems that show you another place
passion poems, cherry red, inspiration bouncy bed
poems not to recite to your mother
poems to whisper to your lover

Poems that soar like a bird on the wing
poems that crash before they begin
poems in bars, poems with stars
poems you want to put in a vase                                                  
                 and water

Poems that need a lot of deciphering
poems you see a bit of your life in
poems written by a maniac
for the benefit of an insomniac

Poems with windows to the soul
poems like footballers scoring a goal
poems to savour, make you want more
poems for everyone, poems galore

Poems brief, poems long
poems that seem to go on and on
like this one

They drove cars that belched out poison fumes
Incarcerated beasts in zoos
Farmed animals to **** and eat
( A savage taste for ****** meat )

Launched lethal weapons by the ton
( Wars were always going on )
Bred like rabbits and died young

They burned up all that filthy oil
Melted all the ice
The sea rose up around their feet
But their music was quite nice

The forests they all slashed and burned
Some didn't have enough to eat
Cars would crash, ships would sink
Did they ever stop to think
This isn't very neat

Fueled by greed and a selfish gene
They carried on regardless
So nature wiped her slate quite clean
Showed who held the clout
Those people thought they could outwit her
No wonder they died out