There once was a poet named Hogg
Who owned a rather large old dog.
Oft, as the day grew dark
There would come a sharp bark.
In free verse, from that clever dog.
There Once Was a Poet Named Hogg
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A Talented Young Man Riding a Goat
A talented young man riding a goat
Said, “many a poem I have wrote
About young ladies from Ealing,
Who dance on my ceiling.
And can someone please stop this goat!
A Recording of Me Reading My poem “Their Time in the Sun” Has Been Included in February’s Virtual Dodo
I am delighted to announce that my poem “Their Time in the Sun” has been included in February’s Virtual Dodo. To listen to me reciting “Their Time in the Sun”, and the other poets reading their work, please visit https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2021/02/virtual-dodo-5-february-2021.html.
“Their Time in the Sun” can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”, which is available from Amazon, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX
As I Walked the Streets Last Night
As I walked the streets last night
I got arrested by constable Miss White.
She said, “that’s enough!”.
And with her handcuff,
I got cuffed to White all night!
When An Extremely Large Old Crocodile
When an extremely large old crocodile
Said, with a most beautiful smile,
“Its good to swim
So jump right in”.
I carried on draining the Nile!
The Crocodile
When an extremely kind old crocodile
Gave me a most winning smile,
I said, with a grin
“I would love to swim.
But I shall practice self denial!”.
On Awaking By the Moon’s Bright Light
On awaking by the moon’s bright light
I saw a young lady in white.
When I said, “are you a ghoul?”,
She called me a stupid old fool.
And left, by the sun’s bright light …
As I Boarded a Brand New Train
As I boarded a brand new train
I met with a girl named Jane.
We went real fast
Then, at long last,
The driver decided to start that train!
The Run
On hearing the breeze
In the trees,
As I jogged by
With my friend.
I knew our run
Must surely come
To it’s allotted end.
Of Heels and Seals
There once was a young lady in heels
Who danced on the sand with the seals.
As she romped on the shore
The men called out “more, more!”.
And the rest is known by those seals!
