Techno poetry

After a snack

Because of its neck

Does a giraffe soon get hungry?

There again

Does a Policeman’s head swell to

the top of his hat on a hot day?


Given the chance of re-incarnation

I’d love to be a pink carnation – pinned on Lady Di


I’m glad my wife’s got a skeleton

If not

I may mistake her for the continental quilt again


All twins go to heaven

Identical twins commit no sin

It’s quite simple

It wasn’t me it was him


Snakes don’t wear bikinis

I’m glad I’m not an adder

Sunbathing in the hay

For I would be much gladder

On the beach at St Tropez


My mind is like a plate of spaghetti

Jumbled but rather tasty