Tag: nonsense poem

Inconsiderate People

Inconsiderate people,
They really are a pain.
They inconvenience others
Again and again.
They'll say they "really do not care"
No matter what is said
And treat others more unfairly
To spite them all instead.

They don't care if they're in the way
Or talking very loud.
They stand in front of all the seats
In every football crowd.
They'll take the last cake muffin
Just because that's all you'll eat,
And make sure vegetarians 
Are only left with meat.

They don’t believe in fairness,
They just believe in gain.
Deliberately salting all the chips
To spite their wife again.
They hover and intimidate
And strop and cause a fuss.
They want their own way all the time
And 'sod' the rest of us.

They don't give way at roundabouts
Or even indicate.
They think it should be all their way;
The whole world's their estate
... (except it's not).
They think that they are Champion
And the rest of us are rats;
We're only there to serve them
And, of course, to hold their hats.

One day they'll get their comeuppance!
People standing in the ‘do not stand’ area blocking the stands at a football match.

Sleepy

See the sleepy doggy
Curled up in her bed;
Lots of little doggy dreams
Running round her head.

She doesn't like the snowstorm,
She doesn't like the wind;
She's dreaming of the sunny days
Sunbathing with her friend.

Little Poppet's dreaming
Of chasing brother cat,
And sniffing all the daffodils,
And lots of things like that.

Little Poppet's waiting
Till days of spring are here;
Dreaming of when winter's
Been kicked out on its ear.
Poppet curled up in her bed.

Saturday Nonsense

I believe for every drop of rain that falls 
A flower grows (normally a weed).
I believe that all through every night
The boy's light glows (why can't they turn it off).
I believe that Freddie likes to go astray
And steal sweets and biscuits away,
Eats them all, then wants more.
He will whinge, oh he will whinge!

I believe for every treat given to Jack
Poppet wants more.
She will beg and beg and beg
For evermore.
Then she'll zoom around and round the grass and fall
Fast asleep with doggy snores.
Tired little fluffy dog.
Dreamy snores, oh dreamy snores!
Poppet fast asleep on her blue and pink bed.

Poppet the Shadow

I have a little Poppet
That'd go everywhere with me.
She likes to be my shadow
And be where I do be.

She's very, very fluffy
From her tail to her head,
And likes to keep me company,
Whilst she's curled up in her bed.

She likes to play with Jack Cat
And go zooming 'round the lawn;
But she's rather wolf down doggy treats
And snuggle up till dawn.
Poppet curled up on her bed.

Let Sleeping Poppets Lie

Little Poppet, little Poppet,
Curled up on her bed.
Little Poppet, little Poppet,
Resting her sweet head.

Looking so cute and sweet,
Fluffy dog, fluffy dog.
Dreaming of chasing balls,
And eating … quite a lot.

Little Poppet, little Poppet,
Had a busy day.
Now you're dreaming, little Poppet,
All your cares away.
Little Poppet curled up asleep

Musings In A Waiting Room

Hospital waiting rooms
Aren't they fun!
Uncomfy chairs 
That hurt your bum.
People waiting to be seen,
Feeling more scared
Than they seem.

Vending machines
With sweets and pop.
Healthy stuff's not 
What they stock.
There's no coffee,
There's no tea,
There's no magazines
To read.

It is cold,
The air cons on!
And still the wait
Goes on and on.
Will it be
Good news or bad?
Will we cry
Or feel glad?

Get there early,
They'll run late.
This is the reason
Why we wait.
We understand,
But it is hard,
To not worry
That it's bad.

He says what will 
Be will be.
I'm the support
Act you see.
Waiting long and 
Praying hard,
Knowing not
What's on the cards.

And when they finally
Call him in,
They still don't know
What's causing him
To have large lumps
Beneath his skin.

So now they want
To cut it out,
To find out what
It's all about.
"I've lost my marbles"
He will say.
He lost them long
Before today!

He is 15, going on 16…

16 in a week,
"Not bothered," he does say.
He doesn't want a fuss -
Birthdays can stay away.

He's getting very bored,
But doesn't want a job,
Just hides up in his room -
Being that teenage slob.

He wants to socialise,
But it depends who's there,
People are just too much - 
He'd rather talk to air.

But we will make a fuss,
Even if it's small.
Because he is our son -
He'll have a day of fun.

When he looks back, he'll see,
It didn't have to be
Way over the top -
Just a special memory.
Birthday cake

Waiting…

We're hanging around,
The waiting's profound.
How much longer
Are you gonna be?

There's been drama and strife,
But no sign of life.
How much longer
Are you gonna be?

You say you've
Not even been seen
But spilt tea like a dream
How long you gonna be?

We're waiting to know
But the Doc's a no show.
Should we stay or go?
For we just don't know,
How much longer
Are you gonna be?

Waiting around,
The coffee's not ground,
But the boredom's profound,
So just how much longer
Are you gonna be?

It is not a fun game.
Hypocrisy's the name
Of the way this is run.
So they should be ashamed,
Rules should work both ways.
How much longer 
Are you gonna be?

If we go out the door,
We'll be waiting no more.
But then you will
Come out just as soon as we leave.

So we're stuck here like glue,
Waiting here with no clue.
Just how much longer 
Are you gonna be?

*Written whilst waiting over 3 hours for hubby to be seen for a follow-up appointment or tell us when to collect him.

Wristwatch

Doggy Dreams

On my bed I lie
Dreaming lots of dreams,
All exhausted from
Lots of games and treats.

You can't tell if that
Is my head or tail.
I don't care cos I'm
Dreaming of a whale.

But it's pink not blue,
Carrying me and you,
To a far off land.
We'll play in the sand.

Now I'm running through
Fields full of chews.
Bouncing all around,
Wait...is that a sound?

So I look up and
You are sitting there,
With me all snuggled up
In my favourite chair.
Poppet fast asleep on her chair