Fuller

In the little town of Fuller
In a house on Fuller Street
There lived the Fuller family
Their hair all trimmed and neat

They all had fuller figures
‘cause of course they ate too much
All except their terrier
Whose name was simply Butch

Now Butch was much to skinny
He looked just like a whippet
And every time his coat got thick
A Fuller had to snip it

The mistress of the household
who was by trade a fuller
was always fulling wool
no matter what the colour

and so the story goes
the Fullers bought a cat.
Didn't last the day though
the dog is fuller that.

last verse thanks to Keith Wallis

Frontline Flea

I’m just a little flea,
I don’t mean you no harm.
I always snuggle up
where it’s nice and warm.

I like a drop of blood,
every now and then.
Sometimes I drink too much
and go to sleep again.

I’m sorry if it itches
and causes you distress,
but if I don’t drink blood,
I’m really in a mess.

So please, treat me kindly
whatever else you do,
you always make more blood
so what is wrong you’?

When I'm eighty four

There’s an old bloke in my mirror
Staring back at me.
He mimics everything I do
he’s got me to a ‘T’.

I know I look much younger,
I see this in my head.
But when I pass a mirror,
Well it’s just like what I’ve said.

Of course I’ve tried all sorts of tricks
But he remains nonplussed.
As for breaking every mirror
well I really can’t be fussed,

So I told him quite politely
whilst showing him the door.
‘run along now please old chap
Come back when I’m eighty four.'

I think I’ll write a poem
about a little bird
so when it’s read out loud
it’s the best you ever heard.

I think I’ll write it quick
'cos I reckon now't of slow
and by the time it’s finished
on you it’s sure to grow.

The little bird will fly
yes, flit from bough to bough
singing the sweetest song
and warbling, yes and how!

It will bless the hearts of those
who take the time to stop
to listen to the tune
and maybe, when they shop

They’ll buy some wild bird seed
and give it such a treat
As if a `thank you` note
to make the job complete!

Thanks to Hannah Showler for editing suggestions

Odd Shoes

Ah gus daun tut butchers
t buy mi sum meat,
n when a gits theer
ah meets up wi owed Pete.

ah ses ‘ay up owd flower
ars ta gooin on?'
he ses ‘or reet owd luv,
ahm feelin reet strong.’

an ee gis mi a shuv,
a prope un reet.
as if wiart it
his life want complete.

an he started ter laugh
‘n’ guffaw ‘n’ roar,
‘n’ staring down like,
he gestured at floor.

Well ar can tell thi
Ah wha reet tekken aback.
Ah begun weighing up
Wether ter gi im a smack.

‘n’ utter expletives,
ah ornt ter repeat.
hi ses, ‘as thar seen thissen
thars odd shoes on thi feet.’

well ah can tell thi
ah wha proper put ahrt.
ivry one wah lookin,
ter see what it’s abart.

then a stroke of genius,
it ‘it mi in a flash.
'ave odd shoas on mi feet' ah ses,
'so as mi socks doant clash.'

I haven't seen it for myself
but I'm assured it's there
and every time I think of it
I wonder if I dare
float over in a barrel
I think someone once did
I wonder if perhaps I could
make a world record bid