A compass point
Will show due north
And knowing where
north resides
Let’s you find your
way
To all points due
This differs greatly
From a moral compass
point
Which only has one
position
And always points you
to
“Do the right thing”
A compass point
Will show due north
And knowing where
north resides
Let’s you find your
way
To all points due
This differs greatly
From a moral compass
point
Which only has one
position
And always points you
to
“Do the right thing”
My dad told me
“Susan’s going to Indonesia”
So I said “Bali?”
“Oh no, she’s not a dancer”
The UK swine flu cases
Have now reach sixty-two
But the shocking news
That’s being kept from
you
Is of the 35 million
Confirmed cases of man
flu
To reduce rising crime
There are criteria to meet
One of which is of course
More “Bobbies” on the beat
Preventative measures help
Taking precaution certainly
Locking doors and windows
Fitting alarms and CCTV
But the only certain way
For your possessions to remain
And for streets to be crime free
Is to stay indoors and pray for rain
Tim can see,
Jim Pansy,
Gym handy
Limb’s bandy
Tim can see,
Jim Pansy,
A chimpanzee
Driving down country lanes
Top down, wind in my hair
The sun gracing the sky
The wind set fair
The smell of hay,
Freshly mowed
Beasts in the fields
Beyond hedgerows
Blue cloudless skies,
On a glorious summer’s day,
The only blot being
The cyclists in my way
Great poets, wordsmiths of yore
Prose and rhyme did
write
Of matters that went
before
Viewing them in poetic
light