Just write a word A poetic verse You might have heard worse Is it a curse? I can’t think of any words Dots and lines Rhythm and rhyme

Exaggerated eyelashes A giant glossy eye Seeing life through the lens

Sometimes, I think outside the box Sometimes, my brain won’t get out of the box Sometimes, I can’t open the box Sometimes, I can’t close

Someone planted a seed for the tree to slowly grow So we breathe, fresh air Grow fruit To use as a natural shelter

Black cat is riding his bicycle He’s always running late He must get home for Halloween It has started to rain, crunchy autumn leaves

Upside down world The swirling madness of life unfurls You want to go that way You end up going this way Your left is right

Please do sit down Take a pew Put your feet up won’t you No feet on the new coffee table Do not slouch Do not lounge

A fragile piece of glass Gliding across the dance floor I’ve never seen so many smooth Heel to toe

I cast my Halloween spell Where heaven meets hell I cast my earthly spell Fork lightening and crashing thunder

Mirror, mirror on the wall Please don’t crack Please don’t fall You’ve promised me A pumpkin carriage pulled by some little white mice

My brain is no longer tame On occasion, it can be insane My creativity jumps out of my brain It has no restraint

Where’s Nessy? Does Nessy exist? I don’t know I haven’t seen her Have you? Is she hiding from me? Is she real or complete fiction?

All the fun of the fair Candy floss, toffee apples and John Bull rock Have a ride on the spinning waltzers Feeling dizzy

I feel like the world is on automatic drive The world is driving us by We no longer have our hands on the gears

I write it out A word spouts out My creative self It took a lifetime to let you out To show yourself

I love my old black denim dress When I first bought it In my prime I loved the fit I loved the lines

I saw the most perfect house Just a little out of my reach A very tempting rope ladder hangs down I so wanted to reach the rope ladder

There are no teacakes today The third day of asking Sorry there are no teacakes today Instead brown toast and flora

The sailing ship sailed on the blue sea I was so surprised to see a goldfish Staring at me He had a sense of humour

The Naked Poet She’s taking a vacation She’s on holiday She’s taking breather She’s taking a rest The Fully Clothed Poet