Thursday

Thursday by J R A Gigney

Once upon a Thursday,
A dragon was espied.
A big green scaly reptile,
With great wings at it's sides.

The dragon lit a fire,
With it's hot hot breath.
The wood pile leapt into flames,
And burnt on until it's death.

Some knights did come to slay,
The dragon which had done no wrong.
It watched their every movement,
And then tamed them with a song.

It's voice was rich and silky,
It's song was one of peace.
It sang of milk and honey,
And the softness of a fleece.

The knights who all were grateful,
Gave the dragon some wine to sup.
It gratefully accepted,
And then gobbled them all up!

Once upon a Thursday,
A dragon was espied.
But no one does disturb it,
Since the knights they had all died...


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Words

Words can linger
Words can hurt
Words can express a thought.

Lexicography is important
The meanings need to be
Gathered up and written down
With other words you see.

One day you will find a word
That expresses what you think
Just use the right one at the right time
Or you'll be on the brink.

Words are clever
Words are good
Without words
You won't do what you should...

Use words carefully or you could hurt someone you adore...


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Zonk!

Zonk
Zonk
Plonk
Bonk
Zonk
Donk
Gonk


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

The Fox, The Lazy Dog and All Good Men

The Fox, The Lazy Dog & All Good Men
By J R A Gigney

So! What happened,
After the quick brown fox,
Had cleared the lazy dog,
And all good men,
Had come to the aid of the party?

Did the dog yawn?
Where did the men go?
Did the fox get it's chicken?
Did the party fade out with a whimper?

Why didn't the quick brown dog,
Jump over the lazy fox?
Why did the party need aid?
Was it boring or was it Tory?

So! The dog's left asleeping,
The fox left a-creeping.
The party must be over,
And the men are all in clover.

The Quick Brown Fox jumped over the Lazy Good Men.
Now is the time for a Good Dog to come to the aid of the Party...


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.