Category Archives: Silly (Not Savvy) Poems

Under No Circumstances

Under no circumstances must I: sing, fart, dance, or wear double-denim. And I should not – ever! Look like an old lady having a mid-life crisis!   I take this on board – it’s sound advice, so I change my act, because there’s nothing wrong, I think, with looking like a middle-aged lady, and beingContinue reading “Under No Circumstances”

Deadly and Serious: A Silly Poem

      To be a grown-up is a breeze for me, it means I can invite my bees for tea!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019   The Drilling: A Short Story Norma: A Savvy Poem A Medicinal Stroll in Chilton

Norma: A Savvy Poem

  I prefer not to be called Norma, in that I am not, to you, normal. My normalities, it’s true, are your abnormalities, which means that I am not, in truth, normal – to you! To me, though, to be abnormal – to you – is to be my kind of normal. And my kindContinue reading “Norma: A Savvy Poem”

Really quite something!

  It’s really quite something that we want to Remain. If only old Farrage, would get sucked down my drain!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019   Image by Semevent from Pixabay   Please follow Jay Cool’s and like more of her poems: Chocolate: A Silly Poem Purple Berry Augmentation: A Silly PoemContinue reading “Really quite something!”

Augmentation: A Silly Poem Inspired by Mel B

Did I ever mention, I gave into temptation, undergoing augmentation, to expand myself some more?   Piers, he talks of a boob job, as he thinks about his own knob.   Ought I to really mention, that he’s minus any tension, and is in need of augmentation – to expand himself at all?   WrittenContinue reading “Augmentation: A Silly Poem Inspired by Mel B”

A Recent View: A Silly Poem

One. One person viewed the not me that is the me that wrote the latest but not the last one.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019   If you are the ‘one’, please read another of my silly poems, e.g. Deblobbed.   Image by Henryk Niestrój from Pixabay

Struggling: A Pong with a Ping

Struggling to see the bar rising, I take a mallet and squish it down, hoping for a pingback.   Written by Jay Cool, in response to a descending staircase of viewings on her blog.   Image by Ulrike Mai from Pixabay

Foliage in the Middle: A Silly Poem

As woman reaches middle age, her middle bits shed hairs; so why’s it fair that ageing trees, grow leaves fed by her tears?   Copyright of poem and photo owned by Jay Cool, May 2019   If you would prefer to read something sensible about trees, take a read of: Giving Up the Day Job 6:Continue reading “Foliage in the Middle: A Silly Poem”