Clerihews

(Picture Credit - Eclipse Advantage)

 

 

Remember David Beckham

The footballing great from Peckham.

He would always bend it

So no-one could defend it.

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Remember Johnny Giles

A player with all the wiles.

In midfield he did scheme:

For Leeds he was a dream.

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Ping Pong World Champ Andrew Baggaley,

Wow that lad can really play.

Dethroned the “King” who came from Russia,

Then 1966d that kid from somewhere near Prussia.

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I’m Cameron, call me Dave,

Power I do crave.

I’ll tell any story

To con you into voting Tory.

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Oh Nick Clegg,

Why did you have to beg

For a Tory-led Coalition,

Sending the Lib-Dems into Perdition?

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Write a Clerihew:

It’s easy to do.

Two rhyming couplets of any length:

Short and simple, that’s its strength.

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Nicole Scherzinger,

What a messenger.

A Friend so loyal,

Regally royal.

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Quite a stink was created by Martin,

That's because he kept on....er.....departing.

His verses are so really clever:

Cheer us up in any weather.

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All hail be to great Don Newton,

Always had a winning solution.

Played table tennis with flashing blade,

A Legend that will never fade.

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A Clerihew

Just for you.

Find a rhyme for a name,

Play the poetry game.

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That sporting bloke Dave Wagstaff

Played a lot of wiff waff.

That’s table tennis to me and you,

Waggy loves football and plays music too.

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(on request) –

That (nee) Butters girl Elisabeth,

Her enemies find her the kiss of death!

Us Butterses don’t mess about,

Watch out or you will get a clout.

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My sister Joan is now called Priestley,

A name that only rhymes with beastly (true!).

This family has a great tradition,

And Joan is such a fine addition.

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Elizabeth Squires:

Aussie poet who inspires.

Mistress of so many a form,

Soon to take the world by storm.

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My elder nephew’s called Nick Gamble,

Around the world he loves to ramble.

Always doing film production,

This lad needs no introduction.

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My younger nephew, he’s called Phill. (His parents can’t spell).

On the stage he plays to thrill.

Acts any character, even a dame;

He’s master of the drama game.

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My good friend Sandra Hall,

Is really on the ball.

When she plays tennis,

She’s a menace.

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What can you say about Paula Shaw?

The only word has got to be phwoar!

Labour Party’s pin up girl.

Come on Paula, give us a twirl.

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a)     A Clerihew

Is what I do\worth a view\just for you\rhyming couplets two…

b)    My Clerihews

Are in the news, getting views, you can’t refuse, do not abuse (They only poke fun)…

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Harden Chip Shop Trace,

For service that is ace.

See how she wraps that Haddock,

Eat your heart out, Fanny Craddock.

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Olly Murs

Alecia purrs.

She’d have him singing his song

Wearing a thong.

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A Better Way

(Picture Credit - Ashtarcommand Crew)

There has to be a better way.

Than endless warring,

Selfish ways

And committing countless crimes:

Robbing Peter to pay Paul.

 

Go look:

Beyond beyond:

Infinity eternal,

Eternal infinity,

Infinite eternity,

Eternity infinite.

The home of God,

In all its splendour.

 

Then see,

Within yourself:

I say again:

Heaven is in us,

Somewhere.

 

Paul Butters

Genesis

 

(Picture Credit - Tillhecomes org)

In the Beginning there was Nothing.

Then Matter appeared.

Movement Mothered Time.

Our Universe Expands.

But wait!

How could there be a “beginning” if there was nothing?

For if there was nothing there would be no time.

And if there was no time there could be no beginning, or “end” for that matter (excuse the pun).

 

So, the “Beginning” came about only when Time began.

And Time began only when Matter appeared and Moved.

The moment when Matter appeared and when Existence began we have termed “Creation” or “The Big Bang”.

The latter implies some “Accident”, some cataclysm that just happened “out of the blue”.

Or rather, The Big Bang occurred from Nothing.

 

“Creation” implies that some “Intelligence” made the Big Bang happen or otherwise designed our Universe (or Multiverse or Whatever).

Some would call this Intelligence “God”.

 

But who Created God???

Surely we have to Begin with An “Accident”.

Could we really Start with God?

Start with an Intelligent, Omnipresent, Omniscient, Omnipotent, Immortal, Sentient Being? 

Out of Nothing?

From Nowhere.

Nowhen?

 

It would seem unlikely.

Humbler beginnings seem more feasible.

An Accident indeed.

A tiny accident that leads to greater things: much, much Greater.

To the Evolution of God perhaps.

(It is possible that God hasn’t even Evolved into existence yet.

Maybe We are taking part in that very Evolution).

 

But then we arrive back where we started.

Back to the same problem.

How was there a Beginning without any Time.

How was there a Nothing without a Something (indeed without Existence)?

How did Matter just Appear from a Nothing which couldn’t Exist because there wasn’t an Existence, wasn’t a Something?

I just Don’t Know.

 

Seems the Universe is expanding into Space.

For there to be space there must be Something that defines that space, something surrounding that space!

Is our Universe in a test tube?

Or perhaps space is created once matter appears, such as that which constitutes our universe.

Space must be infinite.

I cannot imagine matter being infinite, even containing spaces.

Space must be more than “Nothing”.

Space has to be infinite,

Otherwise we would have to ask,

What is beyond space?

Infinity.

Eternity.

 

In short,

Existence,

Life and Everything:

It’s Impossible.

 

Paul Butters

 

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Jacob Gamble: My Great-Nephew (Clerihew)

 

(Jacob by his Mum Nicola)

 

Oh what joy.

A little boy.

Jacob so happy.

A cheerful chappie.

 

Paul Butters





Paul Butters Clerihew 1

(Me by Me)

 

Oh look it’s Paul Butters

Everyone utters.

Let him have his say,

Then send him on his way.

 

Paul Butters

Sergio Aguero - Clerihew 2

(Picture Credit - Sergio Aguero  by Express co uk) 

 

Sergio Aguero:

He’s my hero.

Title-winner against QPR,

The man sure is a Super Star.

 

Paul Butters

Poetry Writing

(Picture Credit - Writing by Macmyth)

 

As I lay dozing in my bed,

I write poetry in my head.

Playing the page with well-worked words,

A mix of adjectives and verbs,

My Voice it resonates with musical sounds

And my imagination knows no bounds.

I like that!

I declare,

So soon I’m rushing down the stairs

To grab my pad.

Scribbling it all down

Did I forget to mention noun?

Forgetting words is just the pits:

That sends me into raging fits.

I’m on my laptop soon enough

To add more verses, off the cuff.

Microsoft Word becomes my home

As now I’m really in the zone.

I just can’t stop myself from doing this I know:

All I can do is let it go.

 

Paul Butters