Poems of grit, fun and nonsense. #bookmarkquinn

Tag: rhymes


  • Bake a Cake

    By Mark Quinn Bake a CakeBy Mark Quinn All I wanted to do was take a break,and bake a cake.But folk would say that I’m a fake,and all I wanted was to just bake a cake.I went to the garden centre for a rake,“What do you want that for?”“To bake my cake,” for heaven’s sake!I

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  • I Was Seen…

    By Mark Quinn I Was Seen…By Mark Quinn I was seen today in my underwear,I was seen in my gruds,I was seen today in my knackers,I was seen in my underkrackers,I was seen today in my Y-fronts,I was seen in my knickers,I was seen today in my briefs,I was seen in my pants,I was seen

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  • Ice Cubes and a Tea Pot

    By Mark Quinn Ice Cubes and a TeapotBy Mark Quinn Throughout the world in times gone past,and believe me time does travels fast;we have been at war and seen no peace;just like a sheep that’s lost it’s fleece.There is no heaven, there is no God;except a monkey with a fishing rod!The planet is mad, but

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  • Discombobulated

    By Mark Quinn DiscombobulatedBy Mark Quinn I’m confused, bemused, puzzled and muddled.I’m befuddled, baffled, bewildered and floored.I’m clueless, muddled, bamboozled and stomped.I’m perplexed, thrown, flummoxed and dazed.I’m hazy, woolly, foggy and dim.This bloody rhyme is going in the bin!

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  • Following Through

    By Mark Quinn Oh my,oh my,what have I done?I blew my nose and burst my bum!When my nose that I did blowand believe me now,I did it slow;for when I blewI followed through!I could feelsticky toffee pudding,I just blew,I did nothing.So next time I feel a sneeze,I’ll grab a tissue that is newand I must

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  • Sea

    By Mark Quinn Do I like a rough sea?Or do I like a calm one?See it bash the rocksand shake me from my socks;dip my toes in the Med,the sun beating down on my head.Whitby in the winterwith waves as high as a kite?On the sands of Lindoswith reflections in the moonlight?See the ships get

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  • Flicker

    By Mark Quinn The candle flickers in the dark,bouncing shadows off the wall;images small or images talldancing on the shadowed wall.What can you see in the flame?Can you see your future’s fame?Do you see your darkest past?Will you let your imagination last?Look deeper into the glow,don’t dwell and go too slow,keep your eye on the

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