I saw the Queen in an old sweet shop,
As I sucked a cola drop.
To me she looked so soft and sallow -
A sort of tasty, plump marshmallow.
I said “dear Ma’am, you’re fluffy-white,
I think I’d rather like a bite.
(I’m sure I saw the Queen recoil
in her dress of silver foil).
At midnight she taps on the window,
Summons me and I must go
Out for a ride on her broomstick,
Into the darkness and snow.
Gerald's moustache had a mind of its own
He woke up one morning to find it had grown
From under his nose to the tips of his toes
And where it grew next?
Well, nobody knows.
Funny Poem © 2016 Maureen Lynas
Illustration © 2016 Sarah McIntyre
Early this morning,
The Norsemen came calling,
In ships from over the sea.
They're here for my treasure,
But I like my leisure,
They can wait till I've finished my tea.
Poem ©2016 Katherine Lynas
Illustrations ©2016 Sarah McIntyre
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