In this website you can read all the crazy and not so crazy poetry that I write under the pen name of Cadenz Rime. The whole thing started when I wrote a poem called the Cadence of Rhyme and I started to get an interest in writing short stories and zany short poems. As a kid and even now I enjoyed reading stories and poems by Authors such as Dr Seuss, Edward Lear and my favourite writer Spike Milligan. I make no claim to being even a shadow of these greats but I like to think I can raise a snigger or an eyebrow here and there. I hope you think so too.
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Posted By admin on May 10, 2010
Until this very special day
You’ll never hear nobody say
This very special unheard word
A name that isn’t ever shared
A name you will not find on Google
A name that isn’t ever doodled
That’s because this word is mine
It came from in my twisted mind
No one every spoke this word
Before this word had not occurred
Wiki Wiki cannot say
The Urban dic can’t elaborate
If you can find my special word
You must be a wise old bird.
Posted By admin on April 20, 2010
Then I see a flock of Bream
Flying through some custard cream
Toothy rodents everywhere
Compete to solve a Rubik Square
Somehow then upon my feet
A cucumber said tweet, tweet, tweet.
Scuba diving slippy eels
Monster trucks with tiny wheels
Floating through the ether now
I chance upon a chocolate cow
A raucous fart makes linen billow
I return to duck down pillow.
Mental Note for future please
Before bed,
Do not eat cheese. (It can give you odd dreams)
Or ….Do not take E’s?
Posted By admin on April 20, 2010
Bite down on them in the darkness
Recoup what might have been
Then leap out fucking kicking
Release the bile from spleen
Refuse to be the garbage
Count sunrises instead
Refuse to be the refuse
Be out when the bin man comes
Rekindle life from compost heat
Compose recover stand on feet
Don’t let the bin men beat you
Don’t wallow in defeat
Make them pay In your own sweet way
But be very discreet.
Posted By admin on April 20, 2010
Admirers and voters
said her arse was on rotors
an absolute delight
it wibbled and wobbled
and wobbled and wibbled
Oh lawdy what a sight.
Posted By admin on April 20, 2010
Mungo Tweet had purple feet
And a bulbous wobbly belly
With pointy ears and beady eyes
Oh blimey he was smelly
His steamy pants
Attracted ants
And other crawly creatures
And some of those
Crawled up his nose
to compliment his features.
Yet Mungo Tweet was very neat
Unfeasibly tidy
He’d fold his clothes
And trim his toes
And comb his beard on Friday.
On Saturday and Sunday though
He liked to take a break
He’d sit at home and wallow
In mountains of nice cake
So when it came to Monday
Twas a really different matter
For Mungo Tweet
Was not too well
And 20 inches fatter
Thus was the life of Mungo Tweet
A very special fellow
But every time I think of him
I’m afraid I turn quite yellow
Posted By admin on April 9, 2010
In da bowl
Goldy Bling
Round and round
Gurgle
Sing
Under da bridge
Under da bridge
Outside world Lookin in
Goldfish rap
Swim
Posted By admin on April 9, 2010
Men on small bikes
Why do they do it?
Knees in the air
Legs all a split
Like circus monkeys
They cycle around.
Why do they do it?
A question profound.
Posted By admin on April 9, 2010
The cool fresh air tickles blue sky
And knowingly the clouds bob by.
In escalating humidity, the sun adorns its shades
as animals and tiny birds secrete themselves in glades.
The clock in hesitation; says tick…and later, tock
Hazy steam begins to form on wise and ancient rock.
The Englishman and loopy dog awake to test the day
As noon approaches scalded roaches scuttle fast away.
The wristwatch glints and sends a beam
which blinds the eye and adds a dream.
Underfoot where skin may sizzle
Hopscotch hops to hosepipe drizzle.
Mercury can’t find release
So happiness may never cease.
Posted By admin on April 4, 2010
When Mr Biddle got to Lidl
He got a pain
right in his middle
The Pain in Mr Biddle’s middle
Made him wince and awkwardly fiddle
with his braces and his tie
He hoped the pain would soon pass by.
‘What could it be?’ Said Mr Biddle
‘Fiddlesticks. Oh Fiddle Fiddle.’
A thought occurred to Mr Biddle
Perchance he thought, I need a tiddle
I’ll find a Loo and have a piddle
So off he went did Mr Biddle
He found a Loo and did a widdle
‘Oh Relief’ cried Mr Biddle
Tiddle, tiddle, piddle, widdle
‘The pain has gone
Hey diddle diddle
No more aching in my middle’
So take advice from Mr Biddle
Dont go off to shop in Lidl
If you need a Jimmy Riddle.
Posted By admin on April 4, 2010
Remember these unfortunates
In dictionary’s and film
Your children’s children
Will curse you
Their children’s children
Will curse you
And curse you over again.
