the natural cards revolve ever changing
seeded elsewhere planted in the garden fair grow trees, grow trees

tongues of the sheer wind
setting you foot where the sand is untrodden,
the ocean that only begins

listen a woman with a bulldozer built this house now
carving away the mountain whose name is your childhood home
we were trying to buy it buy it buy it
someone was found killed there all bones bones dry bones

earth water fire and air
met together in a garden fair
put in a basket bound with skin
if you answer this riddle
you'll never begin

born in a house where the doors shut tight
shadowy fingers on the curtains at night
cherry tree blossom head high snow
a busy main road where I wasn't to go
I used to sit on the garden wall
say hello to people going by so tall
hallo to the postman's stubbly skin
hallo to the baker's stubbly grin
mrs thompson gave me a bear
brigitte and some people lived upstairs

skating on happy valley pond
various ministers and guards stood around
the ice was nice hallo the invisible brethren
and there was a tent you played cards with the
soldiers in, don't worry we won't send anyone
after you they screamed
but me and licorice saw the last of them one
misty twisty day
across the mournful morning moor motoring away
singing ladybird, ladybird what is your wish
your wish is not granted unless it's a fish
your wish is not granted unless it's a dish
a fish on a dish is that what you wish

earth water fire and air
met together in a garden fair
put in a basket bound with skin
if you answer this riddle
you'll never begin

that's a wiered one Ade. Never read that one before. Love poyms me

Tis the song I was listenign to last night in me inebriated state.

Inebriated on a Monday night

Half term

Of course Demob happy ey

fuzzy wuzzy woz a bear
fuzzy wuzzy had no hair
fuzzy wuzzy wozn't fuzzy wozzy ?

Great one Baggy!!!! I'd forgotten that one existed and it was one of my dad's favourites

Twas daft poems like that which started me writing my own. I love play on words type stuff. Have you read any John Hegley. Bonkers.

Was it JH who wrote poetry for Battersea Dogs Home book - is he a visual artist???

John Hegley is a dude. There are a lot of other poets out there that are as good for kids - will dig me books out and post a few when I get time.

For Ady ........ couldn't find my favorite JH one.
For The Love of A Dog

Dog, you have shredded my sock's
Dog, you have pissed in my shoe's
Dog, you have shit on my bed
Dog, you have drank the milk from the jug on the table
Dog, you have sexually assaulted the cat
Dog, yet i still love you
Dog, i have divorced woman for less

allan james saywell
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Love poem by my dog

I saw you in the park
I wanted to be your friend
I tunnelled my snout
up your non-barking end

John Hegley