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...