Yoodle's Tale

Yoodle went to yonk his forange
Found out it was way too twink
Threw it up into the corange
Got it wumped into a crink

He was sad and so informand
He was herper than a cornk
So he walked to Arimorand
With his belp around his yornk

This made things more ecrisyphy
Than they’d ever been before
But Yoodle felt all the more lify
As we walked that wilp or more

Finally he came to a pancer
Stopped to lomp upon the spink
Man named Hoozer said, “No manser,
You must stop, you porly quink.”

Yoodle wayfully ignored him
Went on lomping as he liked
Hoozer, fraized, when right up to him
Rumped him hard right in his fike

This made Yoodle far more noffy
He just blaxed and blaned and bloned
Decided not to ever scoffy
Even if it meant he sponed

Now he stays at Hoolipater
Making sigs from Albinotes
You should see him when he’s sater
It’s much better than shabotes

And it’s what we shall remember
When the gime is all forbleet
Never could we have insembered
If Yoodle hadn’t gone to weet


22 August 2006

Limrock 2

There once was a what-do-you-know
That didn’t have that far to go
And yet it quite stopped
When the temperature dropped
And that is about all we know


13 August 2006

Where You Are Found

humperdown my rosy friends
and humperdown my lady
take it lightly as a whim
or coodle like a baby

stimmerback my dankled kin
and stimmerback my queen
make the table space for joy
and tell me where you’ve been

chumple up my limely pals
and chumple up my honey
save some for the wiley blue
and give away your money

hopple down my perfy mates
hopple down my bride
take a lesson from the dreel
or grow your witchard wide

humperdown or stimmerback
chumple up or hopple down
which one you do my corly maid
will tell where you are found


9 August 2006

Limrock 1

My turtle has rippled his edge
While Sally has turned to her dredge
And neither is true
To the slup I go through
So I shop to the end of the hedge


6 August 2006

The Tick of Maplehurst

A tick upon the primrose path
made Franny start to sway.
It jumped up in her nose, you see
and there began to play
a tune about old Maplehurst
upon its red guitar,
the smallest one you’ll ever see
not here nor very far.

The tick had been at Maplehurst,
one of the very few
who was not killed amidst the strife
and did not get the flu.
So many others lost their lives
in battles fought out there,
but not the tick in Franny’s nose.
I know that seems unfair.

It’s not for us to understand.
We’re not to question why.
Some of us just have the luck.
Some of us just die.
Some of us just have a tick
playing music in our noses,
but that’s our fault for bending down
to smell the lovely roses.


18 August 2006

Time for Every Season

Teasing teasing, why are we
About to sell our lucky tree
And yet I set you on me knee
It’s time for every season

Yummy yummy, don’t you know
What to say to things that grow
And yet you lean upon your toe
It’s time for every season

People people, come and cheer
For all the things that I hold dear
And let me kick you in the ear
It’s time for every season

Engine engine, there’s a game
We play it when we feel the same
But I forgot your sister’s name
It’s time for every season

Wonder wonder, bugs of joy
What you make you will destroy
So staple me to cousin Roy
It’s time for every season

Engine engine, now there’s more
Than what you ever bargained for
And so I swim across the floor
It’s time for every season…

Raisin raisin, you’re my friend
Double back around the bend
Come we now have to the end
It’s time for every season


13 August 2006

The Sounds of Maplehurst

Maplehurst is where we’ve been
and things that we did there
of all the planets of the earth
got in our underwear

and battles fought we on the lawn
so take them both with peace
and you will have to be the one
when I am quite deceased

Maplehurst, oh Maplehurst
I’d die upon your flower
in seasons of humanity
displays of choking power

the brandy wine we made for you
a ship for every sailor
I saw a stranger cut in line
out back behind the trailer

the boots of mighty Maplehurst
will ever be not proud
not to the next of kin it goes
not from the whispers loud


13 August 2006

The Hoax Absurd

Curly May did Bessie play
a poke upon her teaser
Silas parked his overalls
across the rented wheezer
The three of them were gaping fast
when cleanly caught my eye
A caterpillar’s saintly chin
a-yawning with a sign
We took it through and round about
the ripple on the skid
Last but not the least of which
was purpled by the lid
And painted on a rougher spot
the beagle ugly sat
Yelling slurs down to the field
about the way you hold the bat

Raising a cry for Maplehurst
and battles we’d fought there
We crowded round the mealy monk
and watched him tool the air
But when we’d got him calm again
and May and Bessie purred
The caterpillar clicked my cup
and called we both the hoax absurd


9 August 2006

The Croc and Mr. Puddle

Crocodile is at the window
looking in with chin on thumb
Mr. Puddle spots a rainbow
holds his hand out to the sun

artifacts adorn the bedroom
papers strewn across the floor
Crocodile has lots of headroom
but will not enter by the door

fire engine turns a corner
chasing cat and ball and frog
engine wailing like a mourner
drives into a Lincoln Log

Mr. Puddle turns to see it
breaking free from timeless trance
though he knows he cannot be it
loves the notion of romance

now the room has grown much smaller
all the toys are put away
Crocodile is smiling taller
Puddle asks the croc to stay

declining by a shrug of shoulder
reptile thanks him with a grin
human now feels so much bolder
it’s not to say what might have been
it’s not to say what might have been


24 July 2006

Says Possum

Green the possum plainly bakes
Guarded by the family snakes
O’er the footbridge now he takes
Clothespins to the river

There he lays them two by two
Enough for me, enough for you
Thoughts of red and dreams of glue
Awakening his liver

Making it his daily job
Possum knows he’s not a snob
Eats his meat and smokes his cob
But now he’s all aquiver

Family snakes want to help out
Moving round and round about
One can dance and one can shout
But Clem can only shiver

So take his hand and tuck your chin
Purple blue and jump right in
‘Why you wear that silly grin?’
Says Possum


24 July 2006