Hi Katy,
Sorry about how you are feeling. So I've selected a couple of my poems (I have around 300) to cheer you up.
BLACK WIDOW
The Male black
widow spider
Tried all his
life
He tried to
tickle the hairy legs
Of his larger
black widow wife
Years went by
but without a smile
She too stern
to let him know
That all the
while she laughed inside
But to him she
dare not show
He started
telling jokes
A story line so
grouse
But try all day
he wouldn’t succeed
In a laugh from
his angry spouse
Finally he had
a win
Something at
last to gloat
His wife began
to laugh aloud
As his leg slid
down her throat
Poor little
male black widow
Was sure to get
into strife
All because he
didn’t understand
The nature of
his hairy wife…
BEACON OF HOPE
His old legs carried him
All the way to the peak
Three hundred steps to work
And all but one of them would squeak
He’d endeavor to maintain
That the lighthouse would always shine
And that that was his prime objective
Till the end of his own lifetime
All clear and he’d descend
To play chess with his distant mate
Eight thousand miles away
On an island of wind and slate
He thought his saddest day
Was when his mate had lost life’s race?
But then he found it even sadder
When he didn’t know his face
The bitter pill had come
When gadgets took his place
The locals understood
This keeper with the angry face
So for the last time
He climbed the coiling stairs
To polish the mirror that saved the sailors
And gently wipe his tears
They gave him a cleaning job
In an office by the shore
And until his heart gave up the ghost
His grudge he’d always bore
Then one day a boy came by
And asked “are you lighthouse Jim”
He stood erect and answered yes
And the boy photographed him
He didn’t see the connection
That he’d made some history
The last human lighthouse keeper
To light the light that lit the sea….
WALLY WOMBAT
Off
to school he went
To
learn a thing for the best
This
one year old Wally Wombat
That
was slower than the rest
H
had to learn to fossick
To
eat roots and sleep by day
To
browse in the early hours
And
look cuddly the wombat way
But
one lesson he couldn’t master
Was
to time the event just right
To
walk into the path of a motorcar
In
the middle of the night
Most
of his friends succeeded
As
their paws pointed to the sky
But
try as he did all his life
Wally
failed to get squashed and die
Now
an elder Wombat
If
you see him by the road at night
He’s
the one with all his wits
Because
he couldn’t time it right…
TonyWK
