Poetry for a Astronaut Correspondence Course

Kenny Varty was an ASTRONAUT
Or so it was, that Kenny Varty THOUGHT
As he had completed his
Astronaut correspondence COURSE
From a Russian Chap
Named after a famous HORSE
And he even had a diploma, it was big and BLUE
With a picture on it
Of Yuri Gagarin, Laika and an Alien or TWO
But when he applied to NASA
To say he had his diploma and
There was no need for him to TRAIN
They laughed and pointed
And said Kenny Varty
Was almost certainly quite INSANE.
Well that is not the sort of thing
A chap from the suburbs is going to TAKE
So he decided a Rocket was something
He was going to MAKE
For weeks he worked away, in his SHED
And made a rocket, that was big and RED
Then in early July 1969 Kenny Varty set off
On his trip up to the MOON
The Launch accompanied by a local brass band
Who played a cheery upbeat TUNE
Neil Armstrong though was not happy
When he saw Kenny Varty wave and NOD
From outside the NASA lunar landing POD
And when Kenny Varty got back home
He thought he would ring up Neil on the telephone
But of course NASA claimed that Neil was FIRST
And said Kenny Varty was mad and plainly CURSED
But Kenny Varty was happy
Because he KNEW
He had beaten Neil by at least a day or TWO
And regardless of official history
There was nothing
Neil Armstrong could ever SAY
That would make the image of Kenny Varty
Waving outside the lunar lander
Ever Go AWAY

Which is why I am doing
My Astronaut correspondence course
So I can beat the chaps at NASA . . . . . . . . . .
And hang about in popular Astronaut friendly BARS
And tell all
That I was the first


Poetry for a Smiling Vampire

Would you trust a Vampire
Smiling intently at your NECK
Telling you in persuasive Tones
It may be somewhat faulty
So they really need to CHECK
They may insist there’s
A terrible Necky
Plague Thing
About which they have READ
But if you let them
Get really close
To inspect
Said Issue
You will
End up
a bit

Poetry for a Sinking Ship

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The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence almost all but he had fled
Telling Captain Flint
A small white lie
And this is what he said
I didn’t start the fire
And that on my pipe
A little Puff I really did desire
And those Pesky Seagulls
Made me drop my matches
And I’ve never been good
As you know
At making catches
Before Captain Flint
Could tell him
To walk the plank
The fire got worse
And the ship
It sort of



Poetry for a Cat Burglar

Pussy Cat Pussy Cat
Where have you been?
I’ve been shopping in London
To buy a new ring
Well OK . . . I mean steal
After All I’m a Cat Burglar
And Mrs Owl
Although an elegant foul
Does like a nice cruise
On Pea Green Boats
And some runcible spoons
And Vole Skin Coats
So I tend to shop
By the light of the moon
Shop by the light
Of the Moon
The Moon
Shop by the light of the Moon
So anyway I had got the Ring
And was starting to Sing
While climbing
A Big Bong-Tree
Hey I’m a cat burglar
But looking down
Was then a bit of a shock?
Because Mr Piggy-wig
Was down there
Looking up at Me
At Me
Was down there looking up at me
Which is why I guess
As I’m sure you already knew
I’m here
In this cell
Telling this story to you, to you
In this cell telling this story to you

Poetry for Plagiarism

The complete works of Shakespeare
Were written by
A flock of monkeys up a Tree
But when I mentioned
It was plagiarism
They threw fruit
Back down at Me
I planned to complain
Despite my fruity Stink
But luckily
As they started on Homer’s Iliad
They all ran out of Ink


Poetry for the Flamin Go

Where did all the Flamin Go
With their feathery soft pinky Glow
Are they hiding in a cardboard Box?
As often used by the cunning Urban Fox
We need to know. We need to know

I did hear that Genghis Khan
Kept many in a Big Pink Barn
And folk I’m told do often say
He ate several of them on Christmas Day.

In the past they often stood upon one leg
Much like my Auntie . . . Great Auntie Meg
Although she is inclined to slip and fall
Inevitably leading to a 999 Emergency Call
But the Emergency services are not happy
And say she needs to Stop
And needs to learn to walk
Rather than try to Hop.
But I’m distracted now
Because we still don’t know
Where did all the Flamin Go
With their feathery soft pinky Glow
I really think we need to know
We need to know
We need


What’s that Skippy
They have fallen down the old mine shaft



Poerty for two beasts and a wizard

A flim flam

And a falafel

Where sitting on a post

The flim flam looking bemused

As it ate some thickly sliced hot toast

You appear to have lost something

The flim flam inquisitively said

I have . . .

 I have lost a beautiful Rudy said the falafel

And it’s very very red

The flim flam smiled

As it looked out upon the Sunny day

And said

Is that it glinting discreetly?

Down there among the hay

But as they watched

A wizard picked it up

And held it in his hand

He however noticed

The narrowing eyes of the flim flam

Looking directly at his face

I suggest you give that back to its owner

As not too would be a positive disgrace

But the wizard laughed and said . . . .  Or what

As wizards tend to do

But the flim flam ate him

And on the wizard the flim flam it did chew

Until there was nothing left but a very red Ruby

Which it happily returned to the falafel

Because that’s what flim flams do . . . . .