Monthly Archives: February 2011

Allergic to Green


‘She’s allergic to green’,
you told me that day.
Allergic to green?
That’s odd, if I may
say so. I mean..

If she went to the U.S.
and touched the money,
would it make a mess
on her skin? Not funny,
you’re right. I guess.

If she went to the woods
and a leaf fell on her
would spots, like buds,
blossom all over?

Think of all
the things you’d miss
if you were allergic to green:
leaves, and mint, and herbs, and grass,
and peas, and spinach, and beans.
Rocket, lettuce, iceberg and heart
In fact, you’d miss most greens.
But mostly, the L in BLTs!
And jelly, and wellies, and key lime tart
…have I already mentioned peas?

‘She’s allergic to green’,
you told me that day
but then you actually explained:
it’s the chemical in things
that makes her complain
not really the actual green!

We’ve Lost Them


As I sit down on the bus,
this blustery, dreary, windy eve,
I think to myself that there must
be something I believe…
Something I can write about
morals.. or is it molars?
The pain in my tooth makes me want to shout
but I’m sure that’s not the theme… bollards.
Bollards? Don’t be silly, it’s bollocks!
I’m changing the words just for the rhyme
which isn’t perfect, it’s only some frolics.
I’m doodling and scribbling, wasting your time.
I’ll move back to morals… Eddie
said something about the ending. ‘There was
going to be a moral to this’, said he,
‘but as I am dyslexic, it is
in fact
a marble’
End of my warble.