Out now....

Walrus on a Rocking Chair

By David R Morgan  

....Here's a taster!

Walrus on a rocking chair
Knows the reason and the rhyme,
But he isn't really there
Because he cannot find the time....
 

A TISSUE OF LIES

Beside the seaside waddled the Tanners,
Saucy Scrimshore seagull suddenly forgot his manners.
Mrs Tanner took off her hat:
"Right on my bonnet, just look at that!"
Then she gave her husband a furious stare,
"Don't just stand gawping there,
Get a bit of paper AT ONCE!"
"What," said Mr Tanner, "don't be a dunce.
Paper is no use no how;
That seagull will be miles away by now!"
 

ALICE THREW THE LOOKING GLASS

Alice threw the looking glass,

She threw it at the wall.

Alice threw the looking glass

It splintered in its fall.

Alice threw the looking glass,

It nearly holed the rabbit.

Alice threw the looking glass,

A very shattering habit.

Extracts from Walrus on a Rocking Chair ©David R Morgan 2006 Illustrations ©John Welding

More from David R Morgan...

COMPUTE THIS

It was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except father’s mouse.
The computer was humming; the icons were hopping,
As father did last minute Internet shopping.

The stockings were hung by the modem with care
In the hope that St. Nicholas would bring new software.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of computer games danced in their heads.

The letters to Santa had been sent out by mom,
To santaclaus@toyshop.northpole.com,
Which has now been re-routed to the United States,
Because Santa’s workshop has been bought by Bill Gates.

SANTA GOOGLE

I’m going to Google Santa Claus.
I’m going to Google him because
He does a lot of funny stuff
That common sense forbids.
 

The hat, the sleigh, the biker beard
All strike me as a little weird.
I want to check him out before
I let him near the kids!

©David R Morgan

From Terry Sorby...

UGGHHHHH!!

I'm very, very suspicious
Most of you will laugh
But I'm not very happy
When I find a spider in the bath.

It always looks so massive
When its legs are stretched out wide.
I just cringe and go to pieces
And look for somewhere to hide.

This furry thing that ruins my life
My intent, it should not stay
So when I get much braver
I'll flush it right away.

AGGRO

Don't make me play with Sarah
She bites and pulls my hair.
Mummy says not to hit her
But I would, if only I dare.

She really is so bossy
Her parents should take her in hand.
I'd like to get rid of the perisher
With poison, but which brand?

She digs her nails in, puts out her tongue.
I'm perplexed and in a fix
But I'll put a stop to her nonsense
And bash her next year - when I'm six!

© Terry Sorby
 

From Sheila Whitmill....

A LOAD OF ‘EM.

Do veggies grizzle when you boil ‘em?
Do knickers cry much when you soil ‘em?
Do springs go ping when you uncoil ‘em?
I wonder.

Children are comfy when you luv ‘em,
Their mums and dads just tower above ‘em!
See fingers smile lots when you glove ‘em!
I know that.

Cute babies giggle when you tickle ‘em!
Round onions smell so good we pickle ‘em!
Sit down nude in a field it’ll prickle ‘em!
I feel it.

© Sheila Whitmill.

And finally...

FEATHER MOUNTAIN

Have you climbed on feather-mountain
pillows piled upon your bed
Have you snuggled in your duvet
When it's time to rest your head
Have you travelled hidden valleys
Folded in your counterpane
Do your eyelids start to droop
When it's dreamtime once again?

The sandman scatters magic dust
To make your dreams come true
Parents patrol outside your door
Taking good care of you
The gentle sound of children's breath
The clock's soft ticking sound
Then you arise refreshed again
When morning comes around.
 

© Terry Sorby