Autumn by T. E. Hulme

A touch of cold in the Autumn night –
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
– by T. E. Hulme

A Snip by John Brain

‘My hair is like spun gold’ she sighed.

‘Come touch it, stroke it, hold it.’

‘My stars! It really is,’ he cried,

And hacked it off and sold it.


by John Brain

I Saw A Mouse Set Cheese Traps by Mike Harding

I saw a mouse set cheese traps

One morning after tea.

A fly read the flypaper

And though it seemed strange to me,

A cat burglar was stealing dogs

And right across the street

A lollipop man was being licked

From his head down to his feet.

by Mike Harding