Lost Letters

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, J, K
L, M, N, O, P
Q, R, S, T, V
W, X, Y and Zee

The alphabet is not so long
Please tell me where 'U' have gone

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, J, K
M, N, O, P
Q, R, S, T, U, V
W, X, Y and Zee

Christmas time! How can you tell?
It's because there is no 'L'

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, J, K
L, M, N, O
Q, R, S, T, U, V
W, X, Y and Zee

Are you poking fun at me?
Somebody has taking the 'P'

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, K
M, N, O, P
R, S, T, U, V
W, X, Y and Zee

Letter 'J' is not in view
It ran off to join the 'Q'

H, N, L, T, Y, V, P,
M, I, A, S, X, U, D
G, E, Q, F, O, C, J
W, R, B, Z, and K

ABC is now no more

Alphabetti spaghetti all over the floor

My Nan Rides a Motorbike

My Nan rides a motorbike

Setting motorways alight

Zooming up the M1

Racing through the rat runs

Backflips, wheelies, clever tricks

Pretty cool for 86

My Nan rides a motorbike

Giving motorists a fright

Tearing over Tarmac

Dashing down the dirt track

Screaming “Take a look at me

“Hell's Angel and OAP!”

My Nan rides a motorbike

Travels at the speed of light

Criss-crossing the country

Entering the Gran Prix

Crash helmet and leather gear

Chasing cops cannot get near

My Nan rides a motorbike

Dangerous as dynamite

Look - she's overtaking!

Sound barrier's breaking

Deadly demon of the roads

Traffic tickets she has loads

My Nan rides a motorbike

In the distance, out of sight

90 miles an hour

Oil and petrol power

Is that blur a shooting star

Or Nan bombing past your car?

You'll not find another like her

'Cause my Nan's a motorbikerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Bully

Gonna mash you up like strawberry jam

Gonna use your head as a battering ram

Gonna kick your rucksack as hard as I can

I’m a mixed up man

With an odious plan

What am I?

You’re a bully!


Gonna nick your phone

Gonna pull your hair

Gonna cuss your mum

Mock the clothes you wear

I’m a vicious vindictive sore-headed bear

Push in the dinner queue - if you dare

What am I?

You’re a bully!


I can be racist

I can spit bile

I can be a fascist

And totally vile

I’m your judge, your jury

With no fair trail

And if I don’t use violence

I’ll hurt you with what I say

About your culture, race, religion

Or being gay

I’m a vulture

You’re my prey

Oi! Get outta my way!

What am I?

You’re a bully!


It’s ‘cause I’ve got no friends you see

That I bully to hide my insecurity

In fact people used to bully me

So now I’ll make your life a misery

What am I?

You’re a bully!


You Can't Cuddle Up With A Kindle

You can't cuddle up with a Kindle

Like you can cuddle up with a good book

Though it's high tech and smart

A book is pure art

For all it's microchip technology

And wireless connectivity

A Kindle is just IT

That can't replace your paper friend with a heart

You can't cuddle up with a Kindle


I'm not a Luddite

I willingly embrace the megabyte

But do we really want our bookshops and libraries to disappear from sight

And vanish like the vinyl LP

Left for dead by the MP3

With album covers we gazed at like lovers now history?

Don't give me plugs, wires and re-chargeable batteries

You can't cuddle up with a Kindle


A book has

Texture

Style

Individuality

Its own face

A spine

Genuine personality

When you first meet you whiff its wonderful ink

Then hold it tenderly and flick through each page

You display it on the shelf once you've read it

And watch it gracefully grow old as its leaves go gold with age

While an e-book just lies lazily on a hard drive

Flat, two-dimensional and never alive

Will our magazines, newspapers, comics and dictionaries survive

While this Kindle continues to thrive?

You can't cuddle up with a Kindle


Books can carry dedications, inscriptions, indelible memories, e.g.

`To Laura, happy birthday, love Mum and Dad, 2003'

To stay with you forever and ever

And when you're reading your novel on the train or tube

It's so cool to be seen together

Then everyone knows that you've got taste

And are not just another member of the Kindle clone race

Cuddle a Kindle in public you might get mugged

But you won't get attacked for the book that you hug

Say it proud

Say it loud

“I'M GLAD I GOT BITTEN BY THE BOOK-READING BUG”

Cause you can't cuddle up with a Kindle

To Each Their Own

The gardener looked at the flower

Thinking how pretty it would look next to her roses

The mathematician looked at the flower

Noticing its unique symmetry

The Christian looked at the flower

Observing God in it

The environmentalist looked at the flower

Concerned for its future

The teacher looked at the flower

And devised a lesson for her class

The businessman looked at the flower

Calculating how much money he could sell it for

The criminal looked at the flower

While plotting to steal it

The archaeologist looked at the flower

Longing to dig it up to see what was in the earth beneath

The artist looked at the flower

As she painted a beautiful picture of it

The romantic looked at the flower

Wanting to pick it for his beloved

The poet looked at the flower

And wrote this

Won't You be My Wonder Woman?

Won't you be my Wonder Woman?
Astounding
Astonishing
Amazing
Superhuman
Looking Amazonian
Creating pandemonium
Zapping super baddies with your electronic whip
You'll beat the bunch
With just one punch
And a flying kung fu kick
Life'll be a thrilling roller coaster trip
Starring together in your latest comic strip

You're the princess of power
Agile and extra strong
Forever righting
And fighting wrongs
Though I'm just an average guy I could tag along with you
To do things superheroes do
Razzling
Dazzling
Sizzling
Whizzing
High  
Into the sky
And upwards to the moon
Smashing the sound barrier with a blistering BOOM!
Zooooooooooooooooooooooooom!

Won't you be my Wonder Woman?
I'd like to ask you round for tea
You'd be the greatest girlfriend in the galaxy
People would be gobsmacked - they'd stand and stare
Wonder Woman and Neal Zetter such a perfect pair
Who needs Batman and Robin in their daft long underwear?
When our duo will be far more dynamic
Deadly super villains would flee in panic
At the very sight of us
So please put down that double decker bus
And consider what I said
Why stay solo - sign me up instead?

Won't you be my Wonder Woman?
With your sensational stamina and scintillating speed
We could help the helpless in their desperate hours of need
And have such exciting times
Conquering crime
With me trailing you not too far behind
While you inspire me to rap this rhyme called
Won't you be my Wonder Woman?
Astounding
Astonishing
Amazing superhuman

A Bit Famous

I'm just a bit famous
A bit well-known
No photographers are camped outside my home
My wax model isn't in Madame Tussauds
And a Lamborghini I can't afford

I'm not renowned
Like Elvis, Michael Jackson
Or the Queen
If I'm spotted in the street
Then nobody screams
“There goes the King of Poetry”
And I've never had a show on the BBC
Or ITV

I'm not a millionaire
I don't own a mansion
I don't get asked for autographs either
I've not been to Hollywood
I've not got a knighthood
I'm a flea next to Cheryl Cole or Justin Bieber

Now I DO get letters from my fans
That you can count them on the fingers of one hand
Of course I am more famous than YOU
Though Posh and Becks are bigger
Simon Cowell is too

But I'm not a megastar
I'm not a jet-setter
Only a poet, that's me: Neal Zetter
I'm not seen in Hello magazine
Or featured in the media
I've never had my own page in Wikipedia
I've not appeared in movies
Or had a number one hit
And my name's not on the back of your football kit

So if you ask me am I famous?
Am I famous?
Am I famous?
I say maybe...
Just a bit

Orange Man

 

He was an orange man
Had a fake sun tan
Said he went to Saint Tropez
Lied about his holiday
Booked the tanning shop instead
Lazed on a sunbed

Never been to Africa
Never been to India
Never seen America
Never seen Jamaica

He was an orange man
Had a fake sun tan
Chose to stay every day
Under ultraviolet rays
Made his skin feel just like leather
Though he'd never seen hot weather

Never been to Italy
Never been to Turkey
Never been to Portugal
Never been to Spain at all

He was an orange man
Had a fake sun tan
Changed his colour overnight
Though certain bits remained white
Didn't use a sun block
Only goggles and a sock

Never been to Tonga
Never been to China
Never been to Greece you know
Never been to Mexico

He was an orange man
Had a fake sun tan
Didn't need transport
Didn't need a passport
Had a very strange look
Like a chicken overcooked

Never been to Cuba
Not seen Madagascar
Never been to Pakistan
Israel, Egypt or Japan

He was an orange man
Had a fake sun tan

If…I Was French

 
 
If I had a second chance 
I‘d chose to be born 
Not in England
But in France

I’d buy l’apartment on the Champs Elysees
My French exams would be more easy
I’d not be a man but un homme
I’d not eat an apple but mange une pomme
Eat fresh crusty white sticks not naff cut bread
Every weekend I’d swim in the Med
Sleep dans le lit not in my bed
Say “je suis mort” not “I am dead”
These are the things I’d do instead
If…
I was French

I’d say “Paris was gay” 
Without fear of sniggering or humiliation
Finally I’d live in a top footballing nation
And because of my Gallic reincarnation
I’d know what Pret a Manger really meant
I’d lose my pent up English sexual repression
And beer-fuelled aggression
And stop discussing the weather like it’s an obsession
I’d sit in the sun tous les jours drinking du vin
The term `Frog’ I would definitely ban
These are the things that I would do
If I was born under rouge, blanc et bleu and not red, white and blue
I’d say “deux” while you say “two”
I’d say “trois” while you say “three”
I’d say “moi” while you say “me”
I’d drink café while you drink tea
And while you retain your Little Englander men-tal-it-y
I’d shout aloud with a resounding `Oui! Oui! Oui!’
I’d learn the language of love not Cock-en-y
I want to exchange my count-ry
Like – how you say?
Go en Francais
Have parties and raves every Bastille Day
Achieve a perfect pronunciation of `fromage frais’
William the Conqueror, Joan of Arc, Eric Cantona, Bridgitte Bardot
Napoleon, Asterix the Gaul, Edith Piaf, Marcel Marceau
It’s the way to go!
It would be so beau
So please pass me another escargot
I’d even suffer the garlic stench
If…
I was French

Friday is Chip Day

Friday is Chip Day
A love to lick your lips day
What do all our teachers say?
Friday is Chip Day
 
Friday is a top day
The chips just never stop day
Not pork pie or lamb chop day
Friday is Chip Day
 
Friday is a great day
No need to watch your weight day
A run to the school gate day
Friday is Chip Day
 
Friday is the best day
A zip and zap and zest day
A plenty to digest day
Friday is Chip Day
 
Friday is a cool day
A love to go to school day
An only just one rule day
Friday is Chip Day
 
Friday is a fave day
A never misbehave day
An eat the food you crave day
Friday is Chip Day
 
Grab vinegar, salt and tomato sauce
When that day comes around of course
If you’re hungry enough to eat a horse
Don’t worry…
Because
Friday is Chip Day
 
 

I'm not Superman

I'm not Superman
Though you think I am
I'm not the one to get you out of a jam
The t-shirt you see upon my torso
Displaying that s-shaped red and yellow logo
Is something I dress in for fashion and fun
I'm not the guy who can fly from the planet with the red sun
I'm not Superman

I'm just a geeky superhero fan
Who makes a living writing rhyming verse
I'm not the guardian of the galaxy
Or protector of the universe
I come from North East London
Not from outer space
I save Superman comics not the human race
Want the real Man of Steel? You're looking in the wrong place
Don't you know it
I may be super poet
But I'm not Superman

It's a case of mistaken identity
Batman and The Flash aren't friends with me
Lex Luthor isn't my enemy
He's not plotting to destroy me with an evil master plan
Why?
Because I'm not Superman

I've no super speed
No x-ray vision
I've not appeared in movies
Or on television
I've no super strength
No telescopic sight
No special reflexes
No power of flight
And I'm not allergic to green Kryptonite
I'm honestly not that super-type

Don't be fooled if you're staring
At the famous top I'm wearing
Sorry to disappoint you but please understand
I'm not, never have been and never will be...
Superman!

An Alien Lives at Number 42

A most unusual creature dwells next door
Put your ear to my wall you can hear him snore
Made of plastic
And elastic
His favourite meal is monster stew
There's an alien who lives at number 42

He has a giant TV aerial growing from his head
"Greetings Earth man" was the first thing he said
He's podgy
And splodgy
Wears a size 16 shoe
There's an alien who lives at number 42

He really is quite a friendly Martian chap
Who does't want to conquer us or anything like that
He's rubbery
And blubbery
I pinch myself but know it's true
There's an alien who lives at number 42

You can see his flying saucer parked outside
Give him three jelly babies he'll take you for a ride
He's spongy 
And grungy
I don't know his name - do you?
There's an alien who lives at number 42

He bought a one-way ticket from outer-space
So he could reside with the human race
He's kind of tall
But kind of small
Would you find him at the zoo?
No - he's the alien who lives at number 42!

Poetry Perfected

A fine wine is poetry bottled
Beef dumplings are poetry stewed
Cool spring water is poetry pure and unspoilt
Jasmine tea is poetry gently brewed

BLT is poetry sandwiched
Blue Stilton is poetry matured very old
Fluffed scrambled eggs are poetry microwaved
Vanilla ice cream is poetry cold

French bread is poetry served straight from the oven
Buttered new potatoes are poetry boiled
Fresh garlic is poetry mushed and crushed
Dark chocolate is poetry unfoiled

English apples are poetry crunched
Barbecued burgers are poetry bapped
Real Italian cappuccino is poetry frothed
(Fast food isn't poetry it's just gangsta rap)

Scotch salmon is poetry smoked
Hot Welsh rarebit is poetry on toast
Red cherries and strawberries are poetry ripened
But poetry perfected is Mum's Sunday roast

He’s a P.I.G

He never ever has enough
Although he’s full he’ll stuff and stuff
Three cakes, four buns and a Crunchie too
His belly bounces more than a kangaroo
He’ll slurp and gobble, gulp and chew
Because he is a pig
He’s a pig
He’s a pig
He’s a P.I.G
His diet’s a catastrophe
If you met him then you’d agree
That he’s a P.I.G

His appetite is never-ending
It’s grub not people he’s befriending
Ten meals a day is just a snack
He shops in Sainsbury’s with a sack
He’s gonna have a heart attack
Because he is a pig
He’s a pig
He’s a pig
He’s a P.I.G
At dinner he’s in ecstasy
You eat for one, he eats for three
Yes he’s a P.I.G

He swallowed up twelve loaves of bread
His doctor said “He should be dead”
His breakfast is a whole horse baked
His lunch is fifteen fillet steaks
He burps and starts a huge earthquake
Because he is a pig
He’s a pig
He’s a pig
He’s a P.I.G
Butter, biscuits, pork pies, cheese
Check out his larder then you’ll see
Why he’s a P.I.G

He ate the dog’s food and the cat’s
Addicted to full-cream and fat
He even eats asleep at night
Some say his mouth should be sewn tight
Hold on to your head he might take a bite
Because he is a pig
He’s a pig
He’s a pig
He’s a P.I.G
Devouring every calorie
He’ll eat YOUR dinner too for tea
He’s a greedy P.I.G

Uncle Jim's an Elvis Impersonator

Uncle Jim’s an Elvis impersonator
He swivels and sways his hips
Singing every Elvis song
While curling his top lip
 
He knows the words he knows the tunes
Hound Dog, Teddy Bear and more
You’ll spot him in his Blue Suede Shoes
While dancing round the floor
 
Uncle Jim’s an Elvis impersonator
Thick sideburns, greased-back hair
He looks kind of cute in his shiny Elvis suit
And his Elvis underwear
 
He saw Elvis’ Graceland mansion
Stopped in Las Vegas too
The Elvis golden disc he bought
Hangs proudly in his loo
 
Uncle Jim’s an Elvis impersonator
He treats him like a god
Though doctors who examine Jim
Say that he’s very odd
 
The sign he’s fixed on his front door
Reads: `Welcome – Heartbreak Hotel’
You’ll get a burst of Love Me Tender
If you call and ring his bell
 
Uncle Jim’s an Elvis impersonator
He’s got the voice just right
“Thangyouverymuch” he says
While doing Elvis karaoke all night
 
For his forty-fifth birthday
He plans to change his name
He’ll then be Uncle Elvis
And that will sound quite strange
 
Uncle Jim’s an Elvis impersonator
Some say he lives in the past
But he says, “Holy smoke and saints alive
“I just want to make his legend last”
 
My Uncle says though Elvis has died
He lives on in his soul
So if you see Jim
Make his day and say to him
`Hey – aren’t you the King of Rock n Roll?”
 
 

Minotaur in My Minestrone Soup

The Minotaur's swimming in my minestrone soup
Dipping, diving
Looping the loop
Sploshing, splashing
Kicking his hooves
Doing water aerobics to the latest dance grooves

He's half a bull
And half a man
Not on the label of the can
So it was quite a big surprise
When he appeared before my eyes
Groaning
Growling
Howling
Floating in my liquid feast
An Italian dish invaded by the beast of Ancient Greece

He's chewing on my celery
He's pointing both his horns at me
Spits carrot and sweetcorn at me
Why was nobody warning me?

I know this guy is legendary
But tell me what do you think you'd do
With a mythological monster doing backstroke in your stew?

The Minotaur's in my minestrone bowl
Escaped from the labyrinth's deep, dark hole
Zipping in and out the pasta
Showing me his teeth
My vegetarian meal demolished by a hunk of beef

This creature who dines on human flesh
Is dressed in just Speedos and his vest
Incredibly weird but it's the honest truth
The Minotaur's swimming in my minestrone soup

Russell the Brussels Sprout

I'm Russell the Brussels Sprout

A roughy
A toughy
A beast
And a lout
I bully my way onto your plate
I'm rude
I'm crude
I'm the food you most hate
Bad Bill Broccoli is my best mate
I'm Russell the Brussels Sprout

I'm small
So uncool
A poisonous ball
Awfully obnoxious
And not sweet at all
Can you think of a more horrid vegetable
Than me - Russell the Brussels Sprout?

I'll ruin your delicious Christmas dinner
Give you frightening nightmares as well
If you want `disgusting' then I'm a winner
I'm cooked in the kitchens of hell

I'm mean
I'm green
Utterly obscene
You'd prefer a cute carrot or a beautiful bean
Cover me in ketchup
Smother me in sauce
Drown me in gravy
I'll still spoil your main course
If I'm finally swallowed it's often by force
I'm Russell the Brussels Sprout

I'm deadly and foul
I'm putrid and rotten
And bitter – so best left in Tesco forgotten
I'm the storm cloud to spoil the sunniest day
'Cause I make so much wind that I'll blow you away
All children scream “YUCK” when they see me and say
“I don't want Russell the Brussels Sprout”

006

James Bond, James Bond
I wanna be your sidekick
I wanna play with your gadgets
Learn your hi-tech tricks
I'll get you out of a fix
Star in one of your flix
Drive your sports car like it’s a Scalectrix

You 007 me 006
I’ll be your sidekick
James Bond

I’ll be your number two
Introduce me to M and Q
Miss Moneypenny and the MI6 crew
Save the world is what we’ll do
From evil Doctor Megalomaniac
We'll stop him in his tracks
We’ll dodge the flak
When the enemy attack
I’ll watch your back
I’ll get the knack
I’ll support your act
We’ll make a pact
You’re not a man in a mac
Like a common-all-garden private dick

You 007 me 006
I’ll be your sidekick
James Bond

We’ll be a dream team
Like chocolate sprinkles and vanilla ice cream
Destroy villains’ plots and schemes
Though the bullets hail
We'll fight not fail
We'll put them in jail
Refuse the bail
Live to tell the tale
Then spend some time in Casino Royale
And once we’ve saved the world
I’ll fall in love with a beautiful Bond girl
Take my pick
Of the grooviest chicks

You 007 me 006
I’ll be your sidekick
James Bond

LOUD

 
 
I love to play my music loud
Open my windows
Attract a crowd
Make a row
In the street below
Let the music flow
Put on the greatest show
Welcome to my free disco
It’s the way to go
Dig the party I’m gonna throw
I love to play my music 
LOUD!

The speakers are banging “Boom! Boom! Boom!”
I want to wake the aliens on the moon
They too can dig my favourite tune
Blaring out in full bloom
Soul, metal, jazz, folk, hip hop
Reggae, punk, funk, indie rock
R&B, rap, bubblegum pop
Up goes the volume 
I don’t wanna stop
I love to play my music 
LOUD!

I want the world record for noisy music to break
I want to make the walls and the crockery shake
And vibrate
I want to feel the sound all around
Hear the drums crash, bash, smash
And the rhythm pound
In my head
I want to disturb everyone asleep in bed
And wake dead
What’s that word I said?
I love to play my music 
LOUD!

I don’t need earphones or an iPod
I want my music to reach up to God
In the sky
And make aeroplanes quiver as they fly by
‘Cause I’m a musical guy
Till the day I die
Music’s the apple of my eye
I’ve got no other fish to fry
So silence is in short supply
I love to play my music 
LOUD!