The Sugar Lump
The sugar lump, he got the hump,
When tossed straight over the rim.
Into the cup, awaiting sup,
His one and only swim.
Lost And Found
I lost my mind some time ago,
I had searched for it everywhere.
But this one that's begun to grow,
Ironically I'd prefer.
A Few 'Unny' Endings
Laughter, without feeling the funny,
Is treasure without finding the money.
A fried egg is no good if not runny,
A Summer disappoints if unsunny.
Winter Wonders Why
Winter for his weather feels demonized,
Yet his bringings are simply seasonal.
Sunshine gets Summer all but canonized,
To Winter this seems so unreasonal!
The 'Doc' says I've acute tennis elbow,
Head-scratching as I don't own a racket.
Wallet-ache is now beginning to show,
As the treatment is costing a packet.
Golfing In Ireland
A Japanese lady once told me, that
On golfing in rain she wasn't 'much keen'
She then strode from the clubhouse quite boldly,
Into the heaviest downpour I'd seen.
Not 'Letterally' True
It's 'i' before 'e' except after 'c'
Though not strictly true alphabetically,
Last when I looked, it was 'e' before 'i'
Lest 'd' swapped with 'h', to make this a lie.
Writing verse is therapy in itself,
It acts to set the soul and spirit free,
To lend voice to those feelings on the shelf,
With just your pen of choice for company.
Couldn't Write Without Either
If feeling how I'm feeling makes me write,
I question why the pen was so invented.
For if it were that feelings could be rented,
I'd treat the pen as just an oversight.
Secretly, but more selfishly of late,
I've craved some succor from this cranial pain,
That in some mitigating twist of fate,
'Mi' loss, would become someone else's 'graine.'