# Poem

  1. Greedy Gem

    Greedy Gem sat down to lunch
    His mouth wide open ready to munch.
    He wasn’t fussed about what he ate
    He thought everything simply tasted great.

    His Mum was sick of his greedy ways
    And thought up a plan to make him pay.
    The meat she put upon his plate
    Was six months past it’s sell-by date.

    Gem didn’t care he wolfed it down
    The King of Food without a crown.
    His stomach full his eyes grew heavy
    His forehead and his hands got sweaty.

    “What’s going on?” Mum heard him mumble
    He rubbed his tummy as it rumbled.
    It danced and jumped and swirled around
    It made a marvelous whizzing sound.

    Then all went quiet inside his tum
    But it had moved down towards his bum.
    He ran as fast as his legs would go
    Down the hall and towards his throne.

    “Oh no!” he groaned, he was too late
    The rotten meat had sealed his fate.
    When just inside the bathroom door
    Poor Gem he pooped upon the floor.

    It happened fast it was so violent
    Then all at once his butt fell silent.
    He took a step then slipped and fell
    More Poopy Pete than Greedy Gem.

    Let this be a lesson for the greedy ones
    Who want to stuff and stuff their tums.
    Just eat enough and take it handy
    And then you’ll be just fine and dandy.

  2. One step

    The day isn’t always welcomed by the sun
    Sometimes it’s cloud and sideways swiping rain
    Your face not always basked by warm suns glow
    Sometimes it’s cold expands the crevasses of age and pain.

    Though crest is hidden by crag or growth
    The hills end naer moves futher from your grasp
    The minds eye drifts to times and faces past
    All futures lost to mental resignation of fate.

    From one small spark a mammoth wildfire spreads
    The gift of stubbornness oxygen to that flame
    Ignites the heart and beats within your chest
    One step and start it all again.

  3. Me Me Me Me

    To butcher Creep by wise Radiohead
    Can express the things you’ve never said
    To love oneself so much is quite an obsession
    You wish you were an angel who was so fuckin’ special.

    Instead you’re a cliché, a spectacular one
    Surrounded by strangers, and trappings, such fun
    Searching out something so precious a life
    A trail left behind of carnage and strife.

    Why won’t people just let you live as you want?
    The only real answers to that are so blunt
    Yet still you don’t listen you want to be free!
    “It’s all about me, me, me, me, me, ME!”

  4. The Wind Blew

    I’m playing quietly, good as gold
    My dolls are doing what they’re told
    But something starts deep in my tummy
    It’s like a pain but it feels funny.

    It started low and and without grace
    Rumbling scundering gathering pace
    This sound could be a work of art
    This most ginormous thundering fart!

    The doors slammed shut, the curtains blew
    The fire went out, the cushions flew
    A howling gale consumed the room
    And whipped all things off to their doom

    The gusts died down and all went quiet
    That fart gave me an awful fright
    At least it’s done and all is well
    Oh wait, what’s that? The smell, THE SMELL!

  5. The Earwhizzles

    They hear all things said
    And pass that on to you,
    They live inside your head
    And tell you what to do.

    “Go make your bed” your Mammy said
    That’s not what they told you sure
    Instead they said to fake you’re dead
    And you dropped to the floor.

    “What’s your favourite number?”
    You teacher asks the class?
    “MY NUMBER 2S” you thunder
    The Earwhizzles laugh and gasp.

    You see they play tricks
    These people in your head
    There’s Ann, Joe and Nics,
    And Tom, and Joan, and Fred.

    They set up house inside your skull
    To laugh and joke and play
    With them around life is not dull
    They brighten up your day.