Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #13: A late Ode for my Publisher

A late Ode for my Publisher
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

Their punctuality sooths my inner sloth 
They forget the odd capital and mark of question 
But my works are on time 
Unlike my own rhymes 
Which neither have a time nor a direction 
Perhaps I should write ten at a time 
Cough cough 
I’ve done that already 
It was fun 
I felt special 
So I thank you for your acceptance 
Your artistic digestion 
No matter how blunt or racial 
I know I’m no poet 
And yes I do know it 
And with my poems you can’t be expectant 
And thank you for Gerry 
And on the contrary 
Thank you master 
I really owe you

Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #12: Dedication to Mrs Holdich

Dedication to Mrs Holdich
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

Beauty, birds and nests
Don't shake the tree or get shived in the chest
Animal cruelty isn't funny.

Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #11: Men's cardigans

Men's cardigans
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

What are men's cardigans
Mandigans
I see what I did there
You don't need to
You don't need your eyes
Don't let the Wadz bite 

Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #10: Oesophagus

Oesophagus
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

What does water go down
An oesophagus
No
An apocalypse, to and fro
A flood
Sticks and mud
A river of pain
A river of blood
Donate.

Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #9: Blisters

Blisters
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

Don't pop blisters
It hurts

Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #8: Hornet

Hornet
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

Hornet in my ear
How queer?
I killed it
Bullseyeee
That is all.

Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #7: Colours

Colours
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

Blues, greens, sunset oranges
Golden browns and horizon reds
These are colours.
I like colours.

Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #6: Things I cannot let you love

Things I cannot let you love
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

TK Maxx, The Tourist
Crumbs in butter
Grease 2
When you learn to ride a bike they say they won't let go
But yes they do
Smule on my phone
Durian fruit - hobo's feet
Brian Cox, mixed up socks
Rolf Harris
His board, his beard
Black sleet
The lion and the bear from my childhood
Teletubbies, eh oh
Oh no

Things I cannot let you love.
Including me.

Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #5: Pineapples, oranges and lemons

Pineapples, oranges and lemons
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

Pineapples, oranges and lemons
My ethnic friends like more than just melons.

Don't stereotype.

Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #4: Things

Things
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

Bottles, boots and beavers
These are things.

Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #3: On the floor

On the floor
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

On the floor
What an alarm
Why you ask?
He has no arms.

Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #2: Stealing Pens

Stealing Pens
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

Steal pens
But give them back
Or give your life up
I'm looking at you Ben.

Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #1: The Traffic Button

Welcome to the first edition of Wadz's Poetry Wednesday! Here's today's poem:

The Traffic Button
By A.E.D. Wadsworth

Press it, press it,
Go on, go on.
Zoom and vroom,
Now Timmy is gone.

Don't press the traffic button.