Silly Rhymes

These rhymes were from the end of my PhD when I was a month away from submission. They have been sitting as a draft for a long time, but I found them today and was amused. I can't remember the context for all of them. Does it matter? I think not. I hope you enjoy them too.

My friend is away
the pictures are done,
maybe if she knew
back she would run,

but in her absence
a letter or a note,
I think I should send,
delivered by Goat!

(c) Martin Lilley 15/3/10
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Holidays are coming...
For you and for me
For one, the Mountains
For the other, the sea

Why have a British holiday
When Greece you could go?
It really depends if you need
The sun or the snow!

(c) Martin Lilley 15/3/10

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You are ignoring

my questions to you

Maybe I should leave them

to ponder and stew.

Were they important?

Was I remiss?

Should I interrupt

my state of bliss?

(c) Martin Lilley 17/3/10


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It is hard to find
sense in prose,
when rhyming my brain
is all that it knows

Try as I might
I can't seem to find,
Sense or Structure
of Any kind.


(c) Martin Lilley 17/3/10

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To space your repetition
for the pleasure of thought,
A good rhyme costs money
and needs to be bought

(c) Martin Lilley 17/3/10

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Ribbons are great

fun to twizzle,

particularly curled
with scissor or brizzle!

Now I have bubbles

to clean my glass;

drinking wine

and feeling class!

Martin Lilley 18/3/10

Climbers Reign

Climbing is good
for the soul
it lifts your heart
and cures your whole.

To push yourself,
all the way to the top,
an achievement in itself
whether or not you stop.

Climbing is wonderful,
a way to lose yourself.
Everyone should try it:
be you giant, dwarf or elf!

So forget all that bothers
at this very instant
and go climb a wall
before you start to rant.

It won't 'drive you
up the wall', to quote,
it'll make you think
of something else. Float.

So float away
in a sea of bliss,
feel the power:
It does exist.

Tired and happy
this is a nice pain,
As you stumble outside
Amid' the wind and rain.

And so you have been
climbing once again.
Stronger, Betterer,
Faster, Climbers Reign.

(c) Martin Lilley 31/3/10

A Friend

My friend is a friend
that I don't want to lend.
Bounce, bounce, happy pounce,
Prim & Proper, not a trounce.

So if you not a poodle be,
what in the world do I see?
A friendly face, a happy smile,
a person to walk with many mile.

Friends need a friend,
In sad times and joy,
upon whom to depend
for comfort or decoy.

Near or far, lost of found,
either way; I'll still be around.
As for the future who can tell?
Hopefully, I'll know You well.

© Martin Lilley 2009