THE SMILE POEMS #37 - WOCKY, TRYING TO JABBER LIKE STANLEY UNWIN

 I have a portfolio of features, reviews, poetry and short fiction published in all sorts of places - Belfast Telegraph, Tribune, Ireland's Own, Dalhousie Review, Fairlight Books, Reader's Digest, Reality, Lapwing Poetry, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Spillwords, Dear Reader, Amethyst Review, Black Bough, to name a selection.  Oh, and the odd BBC radio contribution. I wrote books on retailing, on dealing with job losses and a biography of film star Stephen Boyd.

This is a series of (hopefully) funny poems from hundreds I've written over the years (inspired by the likes of Spike Milligan and Roger McGough) to provoke a smile in these odd times.

My own original Text ©2020 Joe Cushnan (But you can RT!) 

WOCKY, TRYING TO JABBER LIKE STANLEY UNWIN

Tis brilliant watching slimy toads

that flobber and guttle in the pond,

all mucksy in the weedlereeds,

calm, at peace and cuddlyfond.

 

Giggleguffaw at every plop,

sniggersome child enjoying these beauts,

lily-paddling natterjacks

frolically playing with frogs and newts.

 

In sportly mode, the sniggersome child

would grablunge to catch a slimy toad

but the slimy toad was smart-alecky cute,

leapjumping away to another abode.

 

And then as duskiness dimmed the day,

off the child would ploddingly stomp,

damplebum-dirty from head to toe

but hungry for a homely din-dinnerly chomp.