Spike and I were born in The factory of human Daleks With powers of creating great mayhem Together with cries “what the heck” Now Milligan and I we are often On a roll, out of control His uncontrolled roll made him famous Will I become famous in my role? We both share a born-with conditionContinue reading “Spike and I and the Factory of Human Daleks”
Author Archives: donmatthewspoetry
Rhymer to Rhymer
Rhymer to rhymer Metronome beating Doing what it should Rhyming a greeting Rhymer to rhymer I like playing round With all the rhyming Meters I’ve found Rhymer to rhymer Pull words from your sack Metronome use them To reach me, rhyme back Rhymer to rhymer Make yourself known Beat with me using Your metronome RhymerContinue reading “Rhymer to Rhymer”
It’s Your Fault Neurons
I’ve built myself a website A steep and bloody curve Received my Learners Permit The blogosphere to serve I don’t know who is out there I don’t know who I’ll meet Excite-like feeling venture I hope can stay on feet Much of my work is different (To the normal stuff) Spilling out from out myContinue reading “It’s Your Fault Neurons”
Thankyou Alan Poe
I want to go try ‘lliteration Like Edgar Alan Poe And as I’m just a learning poet They said go have a go Gosh! Think I’ve ‘ready had success Got up, geared up and go’ed My first attempt at ‘lliteration Thankyou Alan Poe Don Matthews
Vandalism with Vegemite
While you in the UK eat Marmite Our Vegemite we also eat too We have it on toast for our brekky Which no doubt you Marmite yours too We had a strange thing which just happened This bloke he thought that he would paint A Vegemite graffiti on a train station Allowed which we allContinue reading “Vandalism with Vegemite”
Dribble Drabble (learner blogger first post)
Dribble Drabble I play Scrabble Well done….
Testing Testing (learner blogger post 2)
Testing testing One two three Are you working Blog, for me? Yep. So far so good….
Poetry Bank (learner blogger post 3)
I am a learning blogger Getting real excite Testing out my expertise Wondering what to write I have a bank of poetry Waiting on my drive Crying out impatiently When can we arrive?