Awkward and clumsy
not an elegant mumsy
happy but dowdy
not hello but howdy

House not spotless
unkempt and careless
kids ok nonetheless
with her love their blessed

There always well turned out
you’d never hear her shout
laughs as they gad about
only praise from her mouth

I’d rather her any day
than Ms. Prim down the way
she’ll be there come what may
on her shoulder they can lay

29th of February, that’s my birth date

Personally, I’ve always found it great

“Really, your born on a Leap Year”

Some people practically cheer

Instead of 43, I’m actually ten and 3 bits

People’s over-excitement at this can sometimes be the pits

I’m wondering when I’m at deaths door

Do you think they’ll multiply by four?

We walk hand in hand

our own enchanted land

fulfilling what we’ve planned


Treasuring every moment

our love, a drug, so potent

meeting you, I’ll never lament


Today, tomorrow and every day after

I plan to fill with lots of laughter

and know that I’m only getting dafter


I’m devoted to you

dreams can come true

when they’re dreamed by two

The last thing I want to do is hurt you

but it’s on my list

look at things from my point of view

and see why I’m ******

your action, you will rue

bet my friendship you’ve missed

your apology was long overdue

how was my ***, when it was kissed

I wanted a pen
to write my dreams
to silence my screams
to dwell in imaginations den

I looked at the sky
head in the clouds
asked out loud
a plaintive cry

I forgot my request
got on with life
lived through strife
survived the test

I entered a contest for fun
drew a quick sketch
third prize I fetched
oh my, a sky pen, I won

I took it as a sign
to rekindle my fire
this victory inspired
me to pen a line

I’ve found a lost love
a forgotten joy
a much adored toy
a gift from above

It fulfills a need
feeds the soul
makes me whole
I’ve planted a seed

It grows and grows
can take over
I’ll never recover
from poems I sow

I’m soaring, floating
following my pen
escaping reality again
sweetly, softly, drifting

My wings are stretched
I’m travelling worldwide
nothing can hide
nothing’s too far-fetched

Dilly-dallying my day away
strolling down fantasy lane
with my pen I’m playing
brain and hand gone astray

Am I like Dumbo with his feather?
Can I pen without this pen?
if it broke, what then?
Could I even write a letter?

Firing words from pen
shooting from the hip
no risk of punch in lip
safely hidden in my den

Writing stops many a row
it’s a release
iron’s out many a crease
to it’s power I bow

Freedom is anonymity
let emotions speak
coming out, not for the weak
it brings accountability

My pen has the loudest voice
speaks over my own
doesn’t need a microphone
to listen, I’ve no choice

On day’s pen’s not working
I await listlessly
eyeing it continuously
ideas, hovering, lurking

This pen is now an obsession
an all consuming need
I’m overcome with greed
interrupting can cause agression

My time is no longer my time
it’s now ruled by pen
I’m let of now and then
but frequently called back to rhyme

I’m skimming the stars
for inspiration
battling frustration
wish I could traverse on Mars

On make-believe’s loom I weave
today I want to celebrate
pen and I co-operate
it’s absence I’d grieve

I’m living in cloud cuckoo land
this writing lark is easy
and never makes me queasy
everything, today, is grand

Pen has a quirky way of being
some days very liberal
wouldn’t want to take it literal
problems invisible, I’m not seeing

Today pen writes in language of love
expressing itself from the heart
roses and kindness it imparts
fits me snug, like a glove

Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
making me write all twee
writing cute and pretty
causing my dog to leer

Your like a pringle
once I pop, I can’t stop
you make my feet bop
my senses all a tingle

I’m your willing slave
marvelling in your ways
writing in a blissful daze
your company I crave

Now your just being rude
everything you write is naughty
getting me all prim and haughty
I’ll have to work on your attitude

I need to go to sleep
rest my weary head
your inkwell, your bed
don’t want to hear you, not a peep

I’m controlled by invisible string

your my leader, I’m your thing

Do I secretly enjoy

being your toy?

Is all my confidence centred on how you see me?

if you didn’t shout and roar, would I cease to be?

Have I got issues?

blacked out past abuses

Not my first violent relationship

last one ended when he went for a kip

I finished being his wife

with the sharp end of a knife

So who’s controlling who?

Do I like being black and blue?

A common factor you’re both rich

and I’m a conniving *****

so go on hit me again

smile for the hidden lens