The delayed tube drove straight through
The station without stopping,
Finally giving the hundreds of waiting
Commuters something to chat about.
© Carl Burkitt 2016
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Category Archives: Poems
People always laughed
People always laughed
at the comedian.
That’s why he did what he did.
Again
And again
Until the laughter stopped.
© Carl Burkitt 2016
The London Marathon
The celebrity took part in the
2016 Virgin Money London Marathon.
It was all terribly impressive.
© Carl Burkitt 2016
Raspberry beret
She wore a raspberry beret,
The kind you find in a second-hand store.
It was gross.
All sticky and gone off.
© Carl Burkitt 2016
Depends who you talk to
My word, Jimmy was cool. He’d never had a cigarette in his life or success with the ladies or good dress sense or a very nice job or quick wit or a way with words or a close circle friends or ill feelings towards his mum or a tidy haircut or a messy haircut or a taste for beer or a love of street food or any ongoing hobbies or secret passions or general knowledge or anything like that but, my word, Jimmy was cool.
© Carl Burkitt 2016
Something
I’ve got something. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve got it. It’s small but it feels like it could be powerful. You’ll hate it. I’m certain you’ll hate it, but I think I like it. I want to show you it. I don’t know what it is, but it’s definitely something.
© Carl Burkitt 2016
Hobby
Billy was told to get a hobby
So he took up writing poetry.
He found it really difficult.
Really, really, really difficult.
© Carl Burkitt 2016
No garlic
Thomas was seven years old
but felt like he’d lived for 1,000.
He had, of course, but his parents
felt he needed to discover the truth himself.
© Carl Burkitt 2016
Monday morning
When I left my house this morning I saw a baby’s head. It was sat on the path, looking at me through the one eye it had left. The baby’s head was of course not that of a real baby, rather the skull of a now incomplete doll. But it got me thinking. It reminded me of my baby. Its blue eye twinkled and told me secrets. Secrets of how its head fell off. Secrets of how my baby’s head fell off. My baby’s head is not real either, but if it was I imagine it would fall off and land on the path for someone to find on their way to work. That’s just the kind of luck I have.
© Carl Burkitt 2016
An A to Z of why humans are wonderful
Andy adored Aaron
Billy bathed Barry
Connie cheered Carrie
Derrick delighted Danny
Eric elevated Eve
Fanny fixed Frank
Gabby Googled Gertie
Heidi helped Hayley
India idolised Ingrid
Jenny joined Joan
Kenneth kept Kevin
Larry loved Libby
Malcolm moved Mandy
Norma nurtured Nina
Oscar overjoyed Ollie
Polly prepped Penny
Quincy quoted Quinn
Rita revered Roger
Simon serenaded Suzie
Terry tickled Tommy
Ulbricht uplifted Ulrica
Vinnie valued Vera
Wally waltzed Walter
Xander x-rayed Xavier
Yakub yearned Yannick
Zelda zested Zachary
© Carl Burkitt 2016
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