Here lies old Fred
He’s quite quite dead
It was often said
He was over fed
He married young Kat
Already quite fat
From eating tat
What a prat
They loved their food
With manners quite rude
They’d finish with booze
Then have a long snooze
I’m not sorry for them
They’d do it again
And not learn to dance
Choose not food but romance
Some hopes…
© Robert Junior
That one made me laugh, Robert 
It made me laugh too…
MONKEYS
Monkeys and apes are our nearest relatives
They don’t need drugs or any sedatives
They are rescued from harm by folks from the zoo
And in general are fed better than me or you
Do I envy these animals lot?
No fear oh no certainly not
A blinking nuisance is all that hair
There’s ne’er a place where the hairs not there
And another thing—they’re always scratching
Is it bugs or something that is catching
On balance if I were a monkey or zoo ape
I wouldn’t bother trying to escape
© Robert Junior
That’s really lovely Robert, I like that one and it might hit the copy and paste routine 
I really like that one Pats - for me, there is something very special about trees (no idea why I think that) so your poem strikes a bit of a chord!
Leisure
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, my - how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
William Henry Davies
[FONT=“Georgia”][SIZE=“2”][CENTER]TOO LATE
I don’t ever want to hear myself say
I should have seen them before
I only had to turn up at their door
We had such good times in the past
I didn’t know their health was so poor
I thought that forever they’d last
Our friendship it meant so much
But now those times are in the past
I should have noticed the clammy touch
I should have made an effort to see them
It wouldn’t have been an effort, not much
I’m now left downcast and beaten
But I look forward to that wonderful day
When in heaven again I’ll meet them[/CENTER][/SIZE][/FONT]
© Robert Junior 2010
LEISURE
Thats spooky ben, Pats poem brought LEISURE to my mind too.
I learnt it by heart at school, along with CARGOES by John Masefield & THE GREEN EYE OF THE LITTLE YELLOW GOD
J. Milton Hayes.
‘Leisure’ - such truth in that beauty…
Yes, it was prompted by Pat’s poem Robert - that’s the real beauty of words isn’t it: what they conjure up in someone’s mind.
I don’t know the two you have mentioned - I shall have a look!
Isn’t it lovely Pats - so much truth in one short poem.
I found it in the cupboard
Tucked away at the back
I must have bought it a while ago
Before I became so fat
A pack of choccie biscuits
Guaranteed to make me smile
Oh heck to boring diets
Haven’t had biscuits for a while
I wrestled with the wrapper
It said tear here , who cares
Soon ripping open the packet
Running up the stairs
To secretly eat some of them
While sat upon the loo
But someone else is in there
Crunching choccie biscuits too.
Being a two loo residence
I shot in the downstairs loo
Carefully removing evidence
Chucked wrapper in bin too.
I enjoyed them while I ate them
Every single one
But now I’ve a sickly feeling
And pains in my poor tum.
I advise you my dear reader
Not to do what I have done
When you find some choccie biscuits
Ditch them fast and run
Robert Junior 2013
Very good Robert - I really like your poems, they make me smile 
Ta mee feer wooisal dhyt.
You are very welcome Robert - keep em coming 
Verse IN THE STYLE OF HENRY LONGFELLOW
Little things go
bumpy bumpy
In the night
makes me jumpy
Shall I rise
Get out of bed
I stop and think
send wife instead
If burglar there
Wife sit on him
stop him moving
She not slim
The cheeky man
Been at my booze
Call police van
A burglar loose
Put more locks on
and some this year
they’ve been spot on
Cept’ this one here
He must have used
His slender frame
To take, abuse
Thinks he, a game
He is skinny
Put him away
Or he’ll come back
Another day
© 2011 Robert Junior
She not slim! Does she know you say that 
another chuckle today, many thanks Robert
Chuckles from Pats too - loverly jubalee :-p
[FONT=“Book Antiqua”][/FONT]The last diet I tried was going ever so well
Until I passed a shop with a familiar smell
It was fish and chips, I’d know it anywhere
I paused , not for long, I went straight in there
“I’ll have a piece of cod, no, make that two
And a bag of chips, the biggest you do”
I swallowed them down, hardly touching the sides
By jove, I should have had steak & kidney pies
Not instead of the chips , but in addition to
What would go down well now ,a king sized brew
I’ll try me diet again with some gusto tomorrow
But ,just like the others, it’ll end in sorrow
© Robert Junior 2013
