Each month a ‘Poetry Pot’ will appear in the Payhembury Parish Paper. As there may not be space to publish all of the submissions, those published, plus others will be carried here.
The first request was for limericks. Details from John Somers at j.w.somers@exeter.ac.uk and in the Parish Paper.
There once was a boy called Flinn
Who was quite remarkably thin.
He followed a mole
And fell down its hole
And that was the end of poor him.
Tom Weekes (age 9)
I once had a cat called Pippa
Whose fur resembled a slipper.
I stepped out of bed
And stood on her head
Now Pippa’s as flat as a kipper.
Mary Lorimer
There once was a milkmaid called Mary
Who somehow got locked in the dairy.
She fell on her knees
And yelled “Help me please!”
She was finally freed by a fairy.
Julie Moore
We have a young postie called Marty
Who is such a reliable smarty.
For mile after mile
He wears his big smile
And what’s more he gives a great party!
Sue Derbyshire
I have a cheeky cat called Dusty
Whose mew was terribly husky.
She slipped on the floor
And damaged her paw
Now she stays in all day and smells musty
Amy Dennis (9)
There was a young artist called Bowie
Whose productions were bold, brash and showy.
Lived a life death-defying
Feared not death but the dying
How we’ll miss our dear Blackstar, our Bowie.
Neil Bayley
There was an old man in Payhembury
Who just had a terrible mem’ry.
He never went far
In his little green car
And he always arrived home to BROADhembury!
Sue Derbyshire
There once was a man from East Devon
Who hoped he would end up in heaven.
So he led a good life
And looked after his wife
And his children, of which there were seven.
Julie Moore
My sister was a terrible sneak,
She even called me a freak.
She spent all her teens
Gazing at screens
Now she’s twenty and terribly meek.
Robbie Lorimer (12)
I once had a parrot called Wally,
Previously known as just Polly.
In spite of the mix
He was so good at tricks
And could even open a brolly.
Julie Moore
A farmer who dwelt in Talewater
Was sending his pigs off for slaughter,
But they said: “Half a mo’,
We might be a bit slow,
But we don’t think vegetarians oughta.”
Martin Paine