Toilet Tree

In a land of long ago
Where the rivers swiftly flow
And the courteous were courteous to a fault,
The loo was not invented
And where they went was tented
Or anywhere if they found they were caught short.

But beneath the conker tree
Where you used to sit with me
Was a pit which held deposits left a-plenty,
So bacteria near the root
Made it food with which to shoot
And it shaded us when we were young and twenty.

But there used to be a smell
(I thought you were not well)
Which wafted round and got right up my nose,
I know it wasn't me -
Perhaps it was the tree -
Or came from the way that the wind blows.

Chacha Joe

Atla-Bugged

Thanks, Gunj, for directing me to
the place I wanted to get through.
A homebody, such
as I don 't get out much,
but I'm trying, much thanks to you.

Though genius, I'm oft in a fog;
needing aid traveling the map of blog,
(though my rhymes are trite)
to get to the site
of the helpful and talented WOG.

I'm told WOG means wonderf'lly wise
oriental gentleman, guys;
so be not offended,
it was not intended,
I swear on my aqua-blue cataract'd eyes.
:>

Why does the cat

Everything pretty’s already been said
Pondrous questions have all been resolved.
The poets before us
And thinkers spoke for us
So why do I feel not evolved?

The rules are all straightforward put forth
How to deal with the east, south or north
So why do we hate
Those who stand at the gate
Or under the liberty torch?

The rules are we profess are all written
But we apply them miss-and-hittin’
Thus we’re always warrin’
In lands far and foreign
Why does the big cat kill the kitten?

Warming Climate

As the warming climate comes
And Scientists do complex sums
I see for me a changing fate
With much less ice on which to skate.

But oft that ice was very thin -
Oh how many times have I gone in?
To water cold and clammy wet
Which left me like a lolly set!

But here is my prognostication
Which should cheer up most every nation:
The warming heat in every city
Will need a lot less Electric-ity.

Chacha Joe (aka .. oh, just visit
www.smilepoetryweekly.com )

Maybe your faith will inspire me -
and seeing as no one will hire me -
mayhap we'll proceed
with the poetic deed
and hope that the effort won't tire me.

Had problems making my head click
and one word to t'other to stick
(One martini, quite dry,
may enhance my try -
but more I 'spect will make me sick.

Lane

Invitation to Lane

This blog I'm sure won't be a pain,
My effort, it just won't go in vain,
The secret unravelled,
is not roads untravelled...
but funny limericks by-Lane