P.R.O.D.: A Bumper Book of Poems, Rhymes, Odes & Ditties
By Paul H. Last
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A compilation of poems from A-Z
about love, life and everything in between.
I hope you enjoy reading it
As much as I have enjoyed
writing it.
Make peace not war.
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P.R.O.D. - Paul H. Last
AARDVARK QUILL
Picked up my quill, scratched my head
Decided some poetry should be read
Tried to write a verse for all
So some are short and some are tall
I hope my best efforts here will do
By all and sundry and especially you.
A LESSON LEARNT
One day whilst walking in the street
A hunchbacked man I chanced to meet
I spoke to him as is my way
He didn’t have that much to say
I said, I spit in circles, lines and squares
He said he didn’t really care
He had a spitting trick of class
He’d spit ‘tween eye and the eyeglass
As off he shuffled through the park
I wiped my face and glasses dark
The moral here and it’s so plain
Don’t talk to strangers, nowt to gain.
THE ALIEN
"Good heavens, Moley
Have you seen that frog?
It must be a hybrid
It’s as big as a dog
It’s a clone or something
It surely must be
You can gauge its size
From that willow tree
I hope there’s no other
I don’t wish it harm
But it shouldn’t be here
It should be on a farm
If it stays where it is
I don’t wish to be mean
It’ll mess up the peace
Of the riverbank scene"
"I agree, Olly
We can’t have it here
Spawning and croaking
And spoiling our cheer
Somehow or the other
We must lure it away
Tease it or kick it
Or engage it in play
We must get it to hop
To some other place
We don’t want it to breed
And start a new race
We could lasso the monster
With guile and some rope
The plan may work
Well, that’s what I hope"
Despatch the thing
Said Badger and Fox
"Mail it to Ratty
Packed in a box"
"No, we’ll drag the frog
Way down to the docks
It’s far too large
To be packed in a box
Then onto the ferry
And send it to France
I hope you agree
It’s our only chance
There the poor frog
Will be eaten for sure
And thoroughly enjoyed
By a French epicure."
THE ALIEN PILOT
One night I saw a big UFO hovering in the sky
Friends don’t believe they exist, I really don’t know why
And when the pilot saw me watching him in awe
He did a loop the loop and landed near my door
Come into my ship,
he said, "And have a good look round
I’ll take you for a quick spin once we’ve left the ground
We could go to the moon and back or Venus, if you like
We’d get there faster than you’d be in town on your old bike"
The pilot pulled a lever and we were off at such high speed
Passing planes and spacecraft; their names too fast to read
He did a quick flip round the moon and asked if I was okay
I asked him, Can we have a quick look round the Milky Way?
Where do you want to go to next, maybe Jupiter and Mars?
No, I don’t think so,
says I, But does your home have cars?
No, but we have similar things that run on plastic rails
With that, he turned the craft around and fluttered out its sails
We landed on his rocky planet on this wondrous trip
Suddenly the ground opened and swallowed up the ship
I felt a bang, then a crunch and something hit my head
I realised when I woke up, I’d fallen out of bed.
ALZHEIMER’S
I can’t remember her coming
Arriving at my door
I can’t recall her begging
And pleading she was poor
I don’t remember her taking
My money as she left
I only know she left me
So lonely and bereft
I can’t think how she did it
Did it with such ease
Oh God, why do you punish me
With this miserable disease?
A MILLION DREAMS
I wish I could win a million
A million pounds or more
I’d keep it for myself
Wouldn’t give it to the poor
I’d buy myself a Rolls Royce
And park it on my drive
So passers-by could see it
Then they’d know I was alive
Don’t know how I’d win it though
‘Cos I don’t have a premium bond
And the lottery is too much for me
And I don’t have a magic wand.
AN ODE TO COLLECTIVE NOUNS
A Clutter of Cats chase a Mischief of Mice
A Pack of Dogs think fox hunting is nice
A Passel of Hogs search for truffle under trees
A Rumba of Rattlesnakes dance in the breeze
All this watched over with frowns and scowls
By a Confusion of Guinea Fowl and a Parliament of Owls
But please don’t mistake these with a Muster of Storks
Or the peculiarly nouned, I think, Kettle of Hawks
The Hare is described by the seven nouns thus
Warren, Down, Leash, Drove, Trip, Trace and Hush
There are three for the beast that sleeps in his lair
Sloth, Pack and Sleuth for mister grizzly the Bear
Armies, Knots and Colonies describe little Frogs
Who hop, croak and mate in ponds, rivers and bogs
While Covers of Coot flap and splash overhead
And Schools of Fish dart about looking for bread
A Bale of Turtles; have you heard such a thing?
Or a Weyr of Dragons who’ll never take wing?
Of collective nouns, these are only a few
They amuse me greatly and I hope they will you.
AN OLDSTER’S THOUGHTS
I’m sixty-six and I know it’s wrong
To think about the contents of a young girl’s thong
My young friends tease me, fire my mind
I think they think they’re being kind
But they should know that when one’s old
With young lassies oldsters can’t be bold
So as I sit here and sup my beer
I realise my age and I shed a tear
I remember when young how it used to be
And the young girls queued to sit on my knee.
ANOTHER TANK POEM
The Calor man called with a tale of woe
Your tank’s old and rusty and it’s got to go
He said waving an arm with no smile or smirk
I’ll send a first-class crew to do all the work
They set to work quickly and dug a deep pit
But chewed up the soggy ground all around it
They buried the large tank and back-filled around
With the earth they’d dug up from the sodden ground
The gas was turned on to a warning flag
An unexpected leak was more than a snag
"It’s very cold and we expect a sharp frost
We’ve shut down the system but all is not lost"
"You can’t have flame and you can’t have fire
If you light the gas, you could die on the pyre
You’ve got a holed pipe beneath the house
Probably caused by a metal-chewing mouse!"
A gas fitter arrived to fit the new pipe
The anti-rodent metal pipe type
Then the gas was turned on to smiles all around
But we still have to deal with the churned-up ground.
APRIL
April arrives and brings its flowers
It also brings a lot of showers
All people released from winter’s grip
Now they can go on that coastal trip
Or take a stroll through budding trees
Watch bluebells swaying in the breeze
Violets, primroses and wild garlic too
Or perhaps take the children to the zoo
Yes, April is the month of good cheer
Sitting with friends and drinking beer
Or having the family round for a meal
Yes, the month, when dry, has great appeal.
ARTHUR
Arthur was an alley cat who slept to pass each day
At night he was a predator with easy meat his prey
His territory was rough ground, alleys and back streets
Other Toms took fright of him; to kittens, he gave treats
One night, as he was hunting for a tasty bite
A grey-haired lady on a stick shuffled into sight
She threw down half a chicken, food enough a cat to fox
Before he knew what happened, he was trapped inside a box
When the car stopped moving, she freed him from the case
His eyes took in a stately home, a really lovely place
And there arranged before him stood bowls of milk and meat
So Arthur was a lucky cat and life was now a treat.
ASCENSUS CROCODILES NONSENSEICUS
If wily crocodiles could climb trees
It would make a man quake at his knees
He’d have to wear a wide brimmed hat
If walking under branches where they sat
Well, I’ve got some bad news for us all
It’s a very true story and no way tall
Crocodiles can and they do climb trees
So beware if above you hear one sneeze
I heard of a young lass on the River Plate
Who ate a whole crocodile, her hunger to sate
But she couldn’t run later as she was so fat
So the croc’s family left her and chased her cat
Another young lass from Miami State
Was in a big hurry ‘cos she was so late
A croc pushing a blue cart wandered by
She was so scared but the croc just said hi
Then there was a lad from the city of Ghana
Who sat under a tree with a big banana
A croc took a bite in broad daylight
Not from the lad but his tasty delight
A chap from Mumbai laid out on the rocks
On a wide riverbank brimmed full of crocs
The man dived in and swam at a pace
So a croc dived in, he thought it a race
A lass from Siam loved slices of ham
For afters, she loved bread and apricot jam
While she was eating a slice under a tree
A croc from above said, Give some to me
An Amazonian fella named Billy Kwinn
Was giving his new speedboat a spin
He was at full revs showing off to his boys
A croc in the trees shouted, Cut down the noise
The Australian crocodile loves the blue sea
Likes salt on his tucker and in his tea
Can’t hold a salt shaker so takes his meals
Amongst the fish and the nosy brown seals
But when the croc wants to warm his skin
Out of a billabong and up a tree he’ll shin
Jim Churchley photographed a croc up there
You can view it on the net, if you really care
When next you visit your local zoo
Be sure to take an iced bun or two
Crocs love iced buns or so it seems
Sends them into their crocodile dreams
There’s not much danger of crocs where I live
‘Cos I’ve nothing to eat and not much to give
They could sit in the trees and take a snooze
But they’d go hungry, have too much to lose
But if you reside in a much wealthier city
The crocs might chase you and that’s a pity
But be kind to the crocs as you turn to run
Because they are sad and don’t have much fun
And remember beware when you walk in a wood
Dreaming that all in our old world is good
A croc and his kin folk may be up in the trees
Snoozing in the sun or shooting the breeze
I’ve mentioned some countries that crocs live in
They’re ferocious beasts but they don’t commit sin
And because these crocs are all natives there
I didn’t need to tell you, ‘cos we live elsewhere.
N.B. Crocs are native to North and South America, India, the Far East, Australia and Africa and do climb trees.
A SQUIRREL’S LOT
I am a little squirrel; I live in tall topped trees
I often sit on branches enjoying summer’s breeze
But I have to keep a lookout, I don’t want to be a meal
For a hungry bird or animal to whom I may appeal
Big hooty owls and all red kites will attack me from above
My body is the very meat that those birds really love
Foxes, badgers, dogs and cats all like me for their tea
When