NOW YOU'RE JUST BEING SILLY

 

Amopheles

Amo amas amat
   I love my little cat
Amas amat amamus
   I sewed the cat's pyjamas
Amat amamus amatis
   He wears them out to parties
Amamus amatis amant
   He's known to gallivant.

 

 

Controlled explosions

Bipp
Paff
Krumpk
Futt
What the . . .?

 

 

Slinky

I used to have a slinky
a plinky planky slinky
a springy sprangy slinky.
It went downstairs like this:
       sloosh
       sloosh
       sloosh
       sloosh
until my slinky tangled.
I wrestled and I wrangled
to get the slinky thing untangled
but once a spring is tangled
it's hard to get the thing untangled
but if you straighten out your slinky
it's never quite as springy
and goes downstairs like this:
       sloosh
       sloosh
       sloo
So somewhere in a cupboard
there's a slinky that's all buggered
and I wonder why I bothered
to untangle the springy slinky.
After all it was only a spring
and it didn't do much
when it did anything at all.

 

 

Utterly nutterly

Where is Joe? He's playing footer
In the street, along the gutter.
As he went I heard him mutter,
'Should I smear the ball with butter?'
What a
Nutter!

 

 

The poet confronts amnesia

Er . . .