Posted in Funny Poem a Day

Funny Poem a Day: Cosy by Jonathan Humble

Lola doesn’t often wear a hat. But when she does, I think you will agree, she does it with aplomb. This is her in piratical mood. Today’s poem is about a hat. Or is it? It’s by Jonathan Humble, thank you Jonathan!

 

Joke:

What did the tie say to the hat?

¡punoɹɐ ƃuɐɥ ll,I ‘pɐǝɥ ɐ uo oƃ noʎ

Here is Jonathan’s lovely dog, Arthur, just after eating a biscuit!

 

Posted in Funny Poem a Day

Funny Poem a Day: Jonathan Humble and Karmasaurus

This is Lola looking a tad apprehensive. She’s a bit scared of the subject of the poem below, sent by Jonathan Humble – thank you Jonathan!  I have reassured her that it’s NOT TRUE. The lovely dinosaur is drawn by Philip Waddell, who is also a poet! Thanks, Phil!

Karmasaurus

 

I am a little dinosaur;

the only one at school.

When teachers are not looking,

I’m the butt of ridicule.

 

At playtimes I’m not chosen

for games like hide and seek,

I often end up by myself,

alone and feeling bleak.

 

Sometimes I lose my sandshoes

and haven’t got a clue

just why I find them soaking

floating in the cloakroom loo.

 

The bigger kids will taunt me;

they’re such a nasty bunch.

But there’s no need to worry ‘cos

I eat them for my lunch.

 

© 2019 Jonathan Humble

 

Why can’t you hear a pterosaur using the bathroom? Because the “p” is silent!

Here is Jonathans’s pet dog, Arthur!

Posted in International Womens Day

Poem for #InternationalWomensDay – My Aunties Come from Yorkshire by Jonathan Humble

My Aunties Come From Yorkshire

 

I have a lot of aunties,

A dozen rare and best;

They’re spread around in t’county’s towns

Up north, south, east and west.

 

These aunties are quite feisty,

Formidable and tough.

In times of strife their pluckiness

Shines out when things get rough.

 

A case in point is Rita;

Demure and introvert,

Ostensibly a dear old thing

In pinny and tweed skirt.

 

But Aunty Rita’s fearless,

Despite her dodgy knees,

She treks up t’jungle rivers

In her slippers, saving trees.

 

With thick prescription glasses

And loosely held false teeth,

She’ll scale up t’steepest edifice,

Ignoring what’s beneath.

 

For Aunty Rita’s famous

Within that SAS;

No lurking foe could lay her low,

Or make her acquiesce.

 

If wading through a swampland

And struck by t’deadly snake,

She’ll give it what for with t’handbag

Then leave it in her wake.

 

She’s part of Yorkshire folklore,

With daring tales abound,

A place where dear old aunties

Can amaze, shock and astound.

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© Jonathan Humble

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Jonathan Humble is a teacher and a poet – his website can be found here.