Poems

Poem

'I'm fed up looking like Father Christmas,'
Muttered Father Christmas one year.
'I need a new outfit. I must move with the times.

Poem

Newly baked and fresh today
Eat while hot or take away.

Poem

The man sitting on the settee,
stroking a cat and watching TV
isn't me.
I am the settee.

Poem

Tomorrow has your name on it
It's written up there in the sky
As you set out on a journey
in search of the How? and  the Why?