Adverse Camber: A selection of readable poems which all rhyme!

By Lyn Funnell

A varied selection of poems, mainly humurous, some serious, but they all rhyme!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AUK Authors
• Release date: Apr 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781781661994

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16/3/11.

Perigee Moon

In the garden there’s a bluebell,

Token to a friend I knew.

While she was living it lay dormant.

The day she died it strangely grew.

A surreal day that started normal,

But Full Moon at its Perigee

Strongly tugging human heartstrings

Pulled her from friends and family.

Bright Dominatrix in the dark sky

Has far more powers than we know.

Manipulating magnetism

Forces the seas to ebb and flow.

Don’t ever say, ‘I’m really busy,

But we must get together soon.’

Time moves so fast and life is fragile.

Beware of the Perigee Moon!

Yellow Dinosaurs

I can’t go out.

The street’s full of yellow dinosaurs.

Flippety-flump, parading past,

Tails beating a tattoo

On the tarmac.

Tyrannosaurus Rex is first;

Angry Mr T.

Head down, teeth clenched,

Like a commuter in a crowd;

Hurrying to the holocaust.

With a gasp, I step back.

He mustn’t see me!

Lumbering along comes the dozy diplodocus.

What a jokeus!

Vacant expression in tiny eyes.

He’s a millennium short of an era.

You have to be smart

To survive in this world.

He’s definitely doomed!

An iguanadon appears, arms sparring in front:

A Mesozoic heavyweight,

Dancing to defeat.

Behind is a brontosaurus;

His absolutely enormous body vibrates my house.

I can’t believe that such a gargantuan beast

Could live. And he couldn’t.

Here comes a stegosaurus

With bared teeth and long claw-us;

A child’s drawing on legs.

Bony plates form a thermostatic arch

Like the shuttle re-entering Earth’s atmosphere. But all in vain.

They couldn’t save him from destruction.

Eusthenopteron, Ouranosaurus,

Triceratops and Dimetrodon.

The enormous army marches on

Instinctively, to extinction

While overhead, with sardonic screams

Pterodactyls dip and soar

Like Kamikazi pilots.

And then - they’re gone. The silence shouts at me.

Hesitantly, I emerge. Was it a dream?

Oh, no.