There was a young boy known as Owen
Who was so full of joy he was glowin’
   You could tell by his smile,
   Like a Big Country Mile
His front teeth had just started growin’

The Library 

I can’t leave the library without armfuls of tales 
About kings and queens, about sharks and whales 
There’s fantasy and mystery
And biographies and history
Books about crime
That don’t cost a dime
As I carefully scan my book
I cast a quick look
I simply can’t just borrow one
When there is so much to be done
If I am to read the lot
How many can I get how many have I got

Silly Billy

There once was a boy named Billy
Who often behaved very silly
He climbed up a tree
And damaged his knee
Now he walks with a limp willy nilly.

There was a young lady called Hetty
who just loved to eat cold tinned spaghetti.
When the pasta was gone,
she’d settle for a wonton,
but the wrapper she’d shred to confetti.
 

One of my sons is an imp,
Another one smells like a chimp.
And the one who loves telly
And shoves food in his belly
Is quickly becoming a blimp.
 

There once was a dog named Joe
who'd poop wherever he'd go.
His master aware
would pull out his hair
whilst picking up after the show.

Tell me how to make a wish
When I'm eating licorice.
My lips are black,
My gums are slack,
And all my words are gibberish. 

Wish for wings, oh, little bird
sitting in the tree.
Why do you sit there
looking at me?

The sun is shining,
the air is clear.
Is that another bird’s
song you hear?

You cock your head
and listen with care
then flutter away,
soft wings on air.

I wish that I
had wings like you
to glide on the breeze
through the sky so blue.

Fabulous flecks

of feather-white fluff

gracefully fall

from a frozen sky.

But moisture and cold

aren’t quite enough

to make water droplets

solidify.

Most of those freezing

flakes of snow

use something alive

on which to grow.

Those Jack Frost patterns

will only start

when a microbe lies

at a snowflake’s heart.