Tag Archives: rhyming poetry

December Snow

A typical, December day.
The sun has stopped
And the temperature has dropped.

The forecasters say
There may
Be snow.

I well remember the December
And playing on frozen pond.
But oh, so long Ago!

And I shall grow
Old. and remember December

We count the cost
Once things are lost.
And the foolish, wishing to sunbathe,
Pray for the coming heatwave.

Whilst Walking Through Dear Old London Town

Whilst walking through dear old London town
I met a girl wearing a nightgown.
When I said, “aint it funny
How the bees they make honey?”,
She slipped right out of her nightgown!

When A Young Lady Wearing High-Heels

When a young lady wearing high-heels
Said, “you don’t know how it feels
To wear these shoes,
Whilst drunk on booze”.
I said, “give me back my high-heels!”.

My Poem “Dog Bed”, Included in November’s Virtual Dodo

I am pleased to announce that my poem “Dog Bed” has been included in November’s Virtual Dodo, https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2020/11/virtualdodo-4-november-2020.html.

“Dog Bed” has also been included in “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology, 2019/2020”, https://www.lulu.com/en/gb/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poetry-hour-anthology-201920/paperback/product-rjpqzd.html

Whilst Climbing Up A Very Steep Hill

Whilst climbing up a very steep hill
I met with a girl named Jill.
When I said, “where is Jack?”,
She gave me such a whack
That I rolled back down that hill!

I Know A Young Lady With A Fetish

I know a young lady with a fetish
Who is famous for her love of lettuce.
She keeps but one sock
On top of her clock.
But now lets discuss that young lady’s fetish!

A Poem from My Collection “Light and Shade; Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”

The below poem, “On Hearing the Tick Tock of the Clock”, can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”:

On hearing the tick tock
Of the clock
On the wall,
I know not
What to write,
For the clock
Says it all.

Obtaining Immortality Through One’s Verse

A poet by the name of Heather
Said, “my poetry it will live forever!”.
I regret her verse
It grows steadily worse.
And she’s just turned 300, has Heather!


Whilst walking through a place known as Soho
I met a girl who you may know.
She wore but one spectacle
And is not that respectable.
And I often like to visit old Soho …