A Poem is a sulky dog
A difficult hedgehog
Who writes his own cyber blog

A poem is a bowl of porridge
Eaten in on Mulberry Bridge
Where shadows dance sundridge

A poem is a funny book
That you read on a sunny brook
Where fishes catch rainbows with a hook

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The Mouse and Cat War

There's a mouse
In this land
Of tomatoes and pickles
There's a mouse
In every house
Cohabited by a cat
Be he Tom or be she Tammy
Matter it does not

There's a constant chase
And relentless evasion
That nicely goes all day long
The cat and the mouse
And the mouse and the cat
Go round and round the habitual train

Where's there's a musing mouse
There's generally a curious cat about
And there are mice and cats
In this land of tomatoes and pickles
Where chubby chickens dance
Kentucky chickens
Where fatty pigs sing
Weatherby's knees

The Farmer Mr Bugsey Bogs
Got his cats
To get his mice
And he fed them
Pickled portabella ham
And he gets them
Purified juice of
St Maria's Orangey apple

And when the cats are drunk
Having drunk
Salisbury's Ales
With Bitter Buckelworth's lemons
They fall about
Here and there
And their snoring goes up in the air
As though they were hung up hair
Of mermaids on fires

Only then the mice
Feel a little feel good frills
And they come out
In their dozens
Wearing designers' dresses
And they dance
A mousey marvellous dance
And they eat the left over foods
Yummy and del
They fill their tummies
And when the drink
The left over ales
Without knowing
They followed their dizzying heads
To the ground
And the strongest of mice
Still breathing begin to sing
A lullaby of musing mouse

At middle of the night
The whole den of mixed up mice and cats
Deep in their sleep
Invaded by dreams
Cats chasing mice
Mice dancing merry go merry
Round about
Right in Disneyland Resort

Then there came the mouse fairy
In their dreams
"You little imbeciles!"
She shouted in their dreams
"You are sleeping with the enemies!
Waiting to be eaten alive!
Cats! They have lives to spare
Three times three
Making a whopping nine
If you care to count!"

Sick to their head
The mice sank in their nightmare's ocean
"What! Sleeping with cats!"
And they wake up
And stumbled up and down
The cats bodies that littered the place
All furry and purry
The mice ran in a whirlwind of rush
They hid deep underground
By the time the sun caught the cats
Snoring still soaping up their dreams

Then came the Tally Cat
In the Farm
That was a gift
For Farmer Mr Bugsey Bogs
From Ms Patricia Pot
Who was secretly in love
With him who she called
"My Darling Doggley Woggle!"

Tally Cat Tally cat
Loves killing mice
In fact he wore a gold
On his dress all the time
That he won
In the last Catalympic
For catching and killing
Nothing but bemused mice
In a huge shinny cage

The mice
Having eaten
Taipei rice
With dogberry sauce
And spicy porridge with
Pollen Ginger bread
Called a meeting
On the cellar of
Mr Bugsey Bog
Who was busy
Playing host to Ms Patricia Pot
Who fell fast a sleep
Bored to death by her
"Darling Doggley Woggle!"

"The wise mouse Wiley
Looking old and sleepy
Sat there in a bed of straws
Smoking his hookah
That was sent by an Egyptian mouse
Who rules the kingdom of Egypt
Where cats are waxed in museum walls

Wiley stood and began to speak:
"Comrades! Mouse or not, matter it not
We have a right to live
Our mousey little lives
In a purr free peace!"
Every little mouse
Clapped a little clap
Creating a waves of sounds
Wiley mouse went:
"Therefore, I propose to oppose the cats
With all our might
Upstairs and downstars
Upper lower or mid ground
This is a war
A war of mice against cats
And we brothers in this
Either them or us!"
There was a huge applause
And there came the silence
As though a huge cat
Resembling Tally Tally Cat

They planned all night long
Their plans of war
Their drawings of battles
Which all came and went
Until they fell asleep

There went the battle
There went the war
Mice die mice live
Under the tyranny of cats
In this land of tomatoes and pickles
Where mice and cats
Fight this habitual battle
That goes round and round
Like a habitual train

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There's Butterfly on the Run

There's a butterfly on the run
He stole the pollens of geraniums
And the Garden Police are looking for him

Look out for the butterfly who is on the run
Do not approach him because he is armed
He is armed with a pair of wings full of pollens

There's a butterfly on the run
And the Garden Police are looking for him
If you see him don't hand him out

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Butterfly Song

Butterfly Butterfly where do you fly?
From where do you get your dyeing done?
Who is your fashion designer?

Butterfly Butterfly who paints your wings?
So colourfully done
From where do you train to fly?

Butterfly Butterfly who does your face?
From where do get your butter supply?
And how do you make so many friends?

Butterfly Butterfly why don't you sing?
If you ever sang call me in
For you would sing better than the nightingale

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You have to Tie a Tie

You have to tie a knot in a tie
But you can lock a lock
You can go round the block
Wearing your tie leaving your room locked

When you cannot unlock the lock
All you need to do is
Call the locksmith in
And he will sort it out pretty soon

But when you cannot untie your tie
You cannot call in a tiesmith's help
Although you may call your mum or dad
And they will sort your tie out in no time

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Now You Know You Can

You can hold a little air
In your palms
And pretend it to be a living thing
And you can make friend with it
So when it becomes wind
It could take you for a ride

You can look at the sky
And hold it in as a floating leaf in your eyes
And pretend it to be a living thing
And you can make friend with it
So when the sky comes in your garden
It could play with you

You can look at the earth
Hold her in the home of your heart
And pretend her to be a living thing
And as though she is your mother green
So when you need love and care
She would give you plenty to go around

Now that you know
That you can do
Treat the air, sky and earth
As though they are living things
So that you have friends all around
Talk to them and play with them
And show them your love and care
So that they know how to love you back

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Come and Sing with Me

Come and sing with me
We are gonna sing for the wind
To bring in rains
Come and sing with me

Come and sing with me
We are gonna sing for the sea
To bring in tides
Come and sing with me

Come and sing with me
We are gonna sing for the trees and green
To bring in oxygen clean
Come and sing with me

Come and sing with me
We are gonna sing for the Sun
To bring a new dawn
Come and sing with me

Come and sing with me
We are gonna sing for the Moon
To bring a night of dreams
Come and sing with me

Come and sing with me
We are gonna sing for the Earth
To turn us live and green
Come and sing with me

Come and sing with me
We are gonna sing for the birds
To bring sweet melodies in
Come and sing with me

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Miss Milson Wilson

Miss Milson Wilson
Calls us Persons
As if we were
Hung up clothes
In a dry cleaner's shop

Miss Milson Wilson
Goes through
Hobson's stuff
And she screams
Like a lunatic
Out on the street

All she found
Was few little ants
Crawling out of
Hobson's horrid little bag

"Hygiene! Mr Hobson
Little Miss Milson Wilson
Calls in a rage
And down falls
A rotten sandwich
Made in a restaurant
By red little ants

Right little Hobson
Felt a little hot
His cheeks showed red card
He closed his eyes
In rush of sanity flushed

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Stung By a Bee

The monkey went up the tree
With a pea with a pea

He stayed there for a while
While a bee stung his knee

He rushed down in a hurry
With his bee stung knee

And he sat on the ground
Wet by the rain for free for free

Paul and Mrs Part
Paul set to get the ball
Out of the roof
Climbing up he got stuck
Half way up the wall

Screaming for help
He flung his arms high up in the air
Running down Mrs Part
Broke off her poor ankle

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The Eagles

Chapter One

Once upon a time
Long ago
There lived a family
Of Eagles on a mountain top

Their nest was on a treetop tall
Where lived two little chicks
And a little egg waiting to hatch
A little egg waiting to hatch
While the chicks waited to see it cracked

Mummy Eagle went to hunt one day
Daddy Eagle went to hunt one day
High up in the sky they flew
Like a majestic pair of dynamic jets
Wonder filled eyes of the chicks
Looked at their flying parents
And felt so proud while they sat
On their nest on the mountain top

Summer’s curtain started to go up
The valley was full with green and boom
The river down bellow flew like a watery snake
All the animals came to drink
Down the valley of tunes and tones
The river had the blue sky in its water
The blue shining with the white clouds
Being chased by the summer’s wind
All in water stage the sky came bathing

Mummy Eagle came back with the kill
Daddy Eagle followed her soon
But sad they were to see one chick dead
And the other little one upset to see
Her brother dead-sleeping like a statue of steel
All of them cried and cried
All afternoon on their nest on the mountain top


The Father Eagle sat beside the cold dead chick
Like a terrible thunder made silent to be burst
Red were his eyes like a dragon’s breath
While the Mother Eagle cuddled the chick
That was so very sad and frail
Above the nest flocks of clouds in the sky
Floating like a lazy man’s midsummer’s dreams
And the afternoon stood still as it watched

Hours slid by like a python’s midday walk
The bereaved Eagle Father rose
Like a sudden wave of ocean
He looked at his wife and daughter
And got the dead chick into his beaks
And off he rose into the sky slowly
As if he couldn’t lift the weight of his dead little son
He looked down as he flew up
He looked down on his wife holding the chick
Tears fell from his eyes like raindrops
And he felt a pain in his eyes
A pain that one feels when struck by a stone

He circled above the nest for a while
And suddenly he started making a cry
A cry that was so very loud and hard
A cry that was so very sad and deep
A cry that was so very sharp and edgy
That kept on echoing all afternoon
Around the mountain tops
Around the valley and beyond
Which might even have reached
All the way up to heaven’s doors
Like invisible smoke of a far away fire

He carried on circling for hours
With the body of his dead chick on his beaks
And he finally dived-dived onto the sea
As slowly as he possibly could
As if he was trying to reach the point
Where speed became almost still
Though he felt inside like a crashing aeroplane
And let he did the dead chick go on the water
And he shot up again like a sudden sea wind
Upward bound he continued to rise

He then went flying around the sky
He felt his wings getting heavier
He felt as if his wings being chopped
By the cold steel knife of northerly wind
But he carried on flying to put off his sorrow
Into the cold heart of the bitter wind
Down bellow the river flowed
And the life all in its glory went on
As if nothing else mattered a nought

He carried on flying like a sad jet of wings
He flew and flew for hours that day
Until he found the urge to sit on a lonely treetop
Near his nest where his family mourned
He sat at the top not crying any more
Not feeling anything into his cold sad heart
The sun began to go down in the west
And the sky stood with a goldorange makeup
And the ocean copied her down bellow
The Eagle’s eyes followed with a look:
A look of mere emptiness like the vast sky
That went out to reach the horizon
And as the sun went down the watery path
To reach the end of the tunnel
To begin a new dawn somewhere else
The Eagle watched this scene
In that surface of goldorange sparkling water
His dead son rose with a majestic flight
Skyward bound he flew while the last rays of the sun
Fell on his wet feathers that shone like gold on fire
And the Eagle looked and he looked and he looked
Until his son vanished into the horizon
“Good bye my child!” he cried
As he rose to return to his nest

Another dawn began with the red sun
Peeping up through the trees
At the mountain edge
The Mother Eagle woke up near the father
Of all her chicks that she ever bore
Including the ones that died
She looked composed after the night’s sleep
And the father Eagle woke up
Still his eyes were red
The chick still asleep on the nest
Both Mummy and Daddy Eagle left to hunt

Hunting they did all morning long
That’s what eagles do
They hunt for food
They never stole anyone’s meal
Hard working as ants eagles hunt
Hunt from the bounties of the Mother Earth
Whatever there was to hunt

Time passed by and healed the wounds
And they began a life with a set of new hopes
Hopes were like sunrays
That shone through one’s heart
Hopes were like rainbows
That painted through one’s heart
The Eagles shone in peace
The Mummy and Daddy Eagle flew in the sky
That was there home
That was their sea with ether water
With the coral clouds and the current of winds
Floating above the sea or earth
The sky is the limit to an eagle’s wings
The Mummy and Daddy Eagles flew in the sky
The home they loved so much
They flew together like formations of fighter jets
They went up and they went down
They circled round and they dived out
Their wings touched each other’s
As the wind now cooled them down
The valley down below that carried the river
Carried on life with all the animals
Playing their little parts in their mini plays
The Eagles sang their songs together
Their songs of freedom and triumphs
Their songs of pure joys and happiness
As well as the songs of melancholy
Sorrows and pains that came through time
As they sang the Mummy Eagle’s wings
Touched the Daddy Eagle’s wings
And their eyes could focus on the rainbows of hopes
And their eyes could focus on the sunrays of hopes
While they sang their little chick on the nest
Took its first flight down hill with a great thrill
Mummy and Daddy Eagle dived down with a great big spin
They went down like a pair of lightning-arrows

The Eagle chick they called Eagleena
Grew by the day like a cloud
That grew with the wind
She grew quite cute and strong
Like a wild flower plant in the wind
By the river bank in the valley
Who held the family fun

It’s her time now to go about learning
Learning how to fly like her parents
Learning how to hunt from the bounties
Of the Mother Earth
Where she now fell on a bush
Mummy and Daddy Eagle came
To rescue her thin little body

They told her things that she needed to know
She asked them questions a million and one
Until the edge of patience ran out of her parents
She stood on a huge rock looking down the valley
Down the rock her parents stood
Daddy Eagle said, “ Stretch your wings
And keep them still like a pair of sails.”
Eagleena did as she was told
“Try to feel the vibe of the wind
And hold still your wings
Can you feel a rhythm?
Deep in your spine?”
“Yes, I can, Dad” replied the chick.
As the family went about teaching
The clown of the valley Mr Fox
Arrived on the scene quite upset
But still as jolly as a butterfly in the spring
He had a big fat nose as red as a cherry
And his tail went up curling like an alien antenna
He wore a dress made of thousands of bits
Of things only God knew their whereabouts
And he came and he stood in one leg
Pulling a face as long as the map of British Isles
“What’s the matter, Mr Fox!”
Enquired the Eagle Father
While Eagleena couldn’t stop laughing
Looking at Mr Fox the clown of the valley
“See!” he said in a very sad tone
As he stood on his four legs
While his antenna tail went curling up
Like a fog of smoke
“The Lion, the king, declared new rules!”
“New rules! What new rules?
Asked the Father Eagle with a touch of contempt
“Well,” said Mr Fox as he took little Eagleena
To his arms to hold her up
“He has made a thing called money and said
From now on everybody in the valley
Will have to get money from him
And then they could buy their food and drink!”
“Money! What is money!
And how or why do people get them?”
Mr Fox looked quite intellectually busy
As his ears went longer and up
“It’s made of paper with the lion’s photos on them.”
“How do people get them?”
Enquired the Father Eagle
“Well, the king of animals
Give away money to animals he likes.”
“Then what?” Enquired
The father of Eagleena the beautiful chick
“Then the animals go and buy
Whatever they want with their money.”
As Mr Fox said that a fly flew right into his nose
And he started to laugh
Followed by a sneeze as big as an invincible whale
“Bless you”, said the king of the Sky
“Carry on Mr Fox”, encouraged the eldest
Brother of the Eagle flock
That reigned the sky of the rainbow valley
For thousands of years
“Well, the king said, “No one
From now on could hunt
Except the king’s workers
Who would bring the kills to the market to sell
And people who have money could only buy.”
“What about the ones with no money at all?”
“Well, you go and ask the king of the beasts!”
“Be assured Mr Fox he will most certainly do that
And, moreover, he will not have any beast
Telling him what to do or not.”

Mr Fox went away feeling a bit chilly
And his nose getting redder by the minute
As he vanished into the bushes
His antenna tail went left and right
And he carried on singing
“No one knows but the thing
The thing is coming like a purple baboon
No one knows but the thing
The thing is coming like a black scary hoon
But do not ask me what is the hoon?
As I do not want to tell this thing
This thing is the mother of blood and death.”

The king of the Eagles and the monarch of the sky
Went up like a huge ocean wave
But as he rose he felt like a volcano
That was just waking up inside
He went up as if to rise up to the heaven’s gate
He continued rising up and up
While his wings caught the vibes of the winds
Beneath his wings that grew stronger over the years
He thought to himself quite a long time
What could be done to stand up against the lion
Who declared hunting banned
Who declared animals’ rights vanished
Mother Earth was wide open to animals’ reach
Bounties of gifts for them to live on
Now taken away by the beast
And the animal kingdom to parish
For such a retarded beast
And his silly paper money

“I will not have your money
I will not have you taking Mother Earth
For the Eagles will never stop
So long the sky is vast and blue
And so long the wind bring forth
The call of the rhythm and beats of life
That invite us to go beyond the horizon
That invite us to stride beyond the skies

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Chapter two

At the mid mountain the Lion
The king of all the beasts
Had his palace built that had no rival around
The palace stood like a titanic castle
Rising up the sky as if to dare the heaven
Up above that looked down and smiled
Towards the ugly arrogance of the King
At the Lionnium the palace of the Lion
There sat the King with his Queen
Wearing all the jewels and emerald stones
That sparkled on her shiny throne
Like series of continuous lightening long
The Queen sat beside husband’s throne
That was made of seven lionhead jewels
And around the King and the Queen
Sat eleven Sub Queens of the Lion King
All of them dressed up as if to say
They hated colours as much as they did the Queen
As they wore nothing but silky black
In front of the throne there set
Hundreds of members of the Commons
Made of giraffes and zebras cheetahs and monkeys
And all sorts of animals that the King had chosen
Sitting to hear the king’s wise words
On the right on an upper level
There sat a set of nine big heads
Two tigers and a pair of lizards
One of fox, leopard and elephant
And there was a peacock with a cute little crow
Around a round table with a huge pumpkin shell
On the left on the same level sat
Another bunch of people totally eleven and one
At the end of the hall on the first floor
There sat a solitary Counsel Chief who was a Fox
Who was looking down at the King

The Counsel Chief Foxonnium Foul
Coughed a little that went through the court
Creating a mini wave to get attentive ears
The king looked intently at the Queen
“One can not rule, one can not at all,”
Started the Counsel Chief,
“One can not rule at all
By making all the subjects powerless!
In order to rule, he continued well,
The First rule of ruling, your Royal Highness,
Is, to divide and do nothing else,
And then rule and do nothing else,
For if you divide you do not have to rule
The division itself will rule for you.”
Foxonnium Foul stopped and had a little water
While two oxen on his left and right
Kept him fanned and cooled

“Now we have set about dividing
And devised all the ways and means to rule
Now before you, Your Majestic Highness,
We have an Assembly of representative Commons
Sitting as an Assembly to help us rule
But they can not rule themselves
Thus we have an executive of twelve men
Led by one who was first among equals
Although who could sack the other twelve
As and when it pleases him at all.
He will execute the dirty business of ruling
Ruling thus must be left for the dustbin man
For your highness you must be kept
Beyond reproach or condemnation
As the king must stand looking like the nation”

“Management of money and the wealth
Must be done by these people
But they do not know much at all
Thus I have provisions made quite well
These good people who are sitting on your left
Are a thing called Economists
They are my disciples and I assure you,
Your Right-up-to-Heavenness,
That I taught them well as to follow and not question
They will advise both the government and you
Our Divine Highness in Flesh

If Your Righteousness have any question
Please command them to your royal servant.”
Thus the Counsel Chief put a lead of silence
To his mouth and sat still awaiting royal command

The King closed his eyes as if to look
Into his brain for any questions that he might ask
“Well, all is well, I can see,
But the purpose of ruling must be
To establish order so that power gets satisfied
Authority well grounded deep and wide
Seeing things are accepted and obeyed naturally
Tell me how we have set the naturalisation
Of the order that will grow like a huge banyan tree.”

“Well, Your Highness, began Mr Foul,
We have given all the money out to our friends
And we can not have enough money
As per the rules that we have formed
So that some people have money
And some will have none
And the haves and have nots will keep
Keep the balance of order
And we have authority rooted deep.”
Foxonnium Foul stopped with a sigh of pleasure
In seeing his theoretical authority active in this land
In this land of money and power and hunger and blood.

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