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I can never picture a boa-constrictor Without ever thinking “By heck! No ears, no nose, no feet, no toes, But boy, he’s got some neck!”
O my Uncle Ali’s ankles Strapped in sandals drum up dramas As he tramples through the pampas In his polka dot pyjamas. For he prances as he dances From Brazil to the Bahamas, Prompting disapproving glances From the local llama farmers.
I have a tiny dartboard, see, It’s very far from full-size, And that’s the reason, seems to me, I don’t score many bull-size.
I gave my love a coat hanger, She flung the thing right back, It acted like a boomerang And gave her head a whack.
Manatee or Mermaid? To test a sailor’s sanity Bring unto him a manatee, And if he finds her beautiful, Declare him fit and dutiful. But if he finds her hideous, This shows he’s too fastidious, And not the sort of matelot Who’s fit to fight a battle-o.
I tried to toss a pancake once, But found it quite impossible. Now, maybe I am just a dunce, But IS a pancake tossable?
Well, it was nice, after a difficult day, to come home from work last week and find that the poetry book I won had arrived. #poetry Thank you, Children’s Literature Festivals and @colinwest.bsky.social. Don’t Look in the Mirror, Maud has made me laugh for days.
@punchbooks.bsky.social Currently on sale on ebay. It is of course, an original Sprod! Do you think maybe from one of those one-man double spreads?
When Noah crammed the final beast Into his ark to ferry ‘em To higher ground, he sighed, “At least No need for an aquarium.”
I submitted this poem some time ago for a space anthology. It didn’t make the cut, but I thought I’d illustrate some of the verses anyway. Sorry for the wonky type, just a rough paste-up!
It struck me that this drawing would be right for the Ogden Nash rhyme 😊
Delighted to have this little rhyme included in the School Magazine’s Countdown publication. Illustrated by the talented Gabriel Evans
Some drawings by Abner Graboff from Merry Ditties, a collection of folk songs
I buzzed my own buzzer, I wanted to know Who lived in a flat just like my one, and so I answered my buzzer when I heard it buzz, And found out the sort of a person who does.
There once was a girl, namely Goldilocks, Who couldn’t unlock some old moldilocks, For Daddy Bear’s door Has padlocks galore, Which every night I am toldilocks.
