First Up.

And, to get the ball rolling, I thought I'd share ten small poems that I wrote just recently.  I hope you like them.

1. He trampled the candles underfoot.  Bollocks, he thought, that's going to take ages to clear up.

2. Roaming across a mountain, a sheep slips on some shingle.  That was close, he reflects.

3. If I'm leaving, I'm taking you with me, thought the enthusiastic shopper.

4. Two mothers meet.  Mothers meeting?  Yes.  Mothers' meeting?  No.

5. Disgusting slop, thinks the nurse.  Old bitch, thinks her patient.

6. An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman frequent the same bar without ever meeting.

7. Happy Birthday to you, thought the spider, eating a fly.  Alone.

8. 'Time flies when you're having fun,' said the Elephant, splashing the Hippo.  'Please stop splashing; my allergies are acting up,' replied Hippo.

9. Roses are red, bruises are bluey-purple.  Please don't give me either.  I have hayfever, and I don't like being hurt.

10. The other night whilst handling nitro-glycerine I slipped.  This could be problematic, I considered.

And finally, a haiku to finish it off.

The Spring beckons soft,
Not likely in Brown's England,
Political one.