Childhood Poetry


#Napowrimo #questions

Where is this country, uncle ?

said this rather inquisitive chap

he’d just come round from forty winks

having had an impromptu nap

Can you help me draw it, uncle ?

I’m having a problem is true

so if you’d help me with this problem

i’m having a bit of a do!

Can we make something Uncle ?

Something nice and sweet

Jam Tarts or maybe chocolate cake

a tasty tea time treat

And when we’ve had our tea-time food

and filled up all our bellies ,

Can we watch some Cartoons on the box?

Our favourite afternoon telly!

Childhood Food Fruit Garden Growing up Poetry


A tale of Growing up, by inky.

Pears (Pairs?) an image by inky, created in Photofox

The fruit fell lightly from the branch

to underneath the tree

my little nephew picked them up

and asked a question of me

“Uncle, i know pears are ready to eat

when they’ve fallen from the tree

but why do we call them pairs ?

when there’s clearly three ?”



#Fowc #Child

to two special little people

It’s not the refusals

or the sulking

or the crying

It’s not the tantrums

the tears

or those volcano moments

But its those moments in the day

when you’ve picked out your lunch

and we’re eating fish finger butties

Or we’re on the football pitch

and you’re running round the astroturf

like stevie G

Or it’s time for bed

and i’ve let you play a game

just before a bedtime story

Those are the times

i’m happy to say –

that you’re my Nephew.

Beach Food Poetry


With Christmas drawing to an end, I thought I might share this piece I wrote for the Great British Write Off, hosted by Forward Poetry to get you in the mood for warmer spells.

Little Jim’s done something very bad!

He played a trick on his Mum and Dad,

enjoying an extra seaside tea –

Wolfing down the fillings with some glee.

It would not been as bad, before –

If bread had not met seaside floor.

And so, the butties, once so grand

have fillings that are mainly – Sand.

To avoid detection, he will sit

by the sandwiches – now full of grit

Whilst Mum and Dad wonders, what’s hiding in their tea?

That extra filling that’s come from the sea.