A thousand miles from any shore And high above the clouds we soar, Tight-packed, those around me snore. I pray to God for sleep. The air...

A chicken was down on her luck: She was caught and her feathers all plucked, Then baked at one-eighty And served up with gravy, So never...

A poem which might end up putting children off their food... let's post it here instead of in a book.

Your body’s started aching And brown hair’s gone to grey. You’ve gone from young to old my friend, You’re ancient now, I’d say. There’s...

Though doctors listen to your heart, Romantics they are not; Like vampires they will take your blood, They may take all you’ve got. Your...