We’re Animal Lovers Through and Through by Don Matthews

How nice to see the farmer Hand-feed his farm-grown cow We get a nice warm feeling inside Everything’s fine right now Where the farm-grown cow goes next We blot out from our mind It’s headed to the abattoir How very, very kind Into the supermarket we do go Along the red-meat aisle See all the…

Urge by Don Matthews

Was out in bush the other day Driving with me mate When great big urge came over him Which just would not abate He took off into the sand dunes To dig himself a hole We had no toilet paper (Forgot to bring a roll) I said whatever did you use To clean yourself with…

Bookmark Page 64 by Don Matthews

True story I have a library book Borrowed for to read It does look rather interesting An interest which need To take me ‘way from poetry And give my mind a rest This book I think will do the trick A nice and welcome guest I’ve just got to page 64 Plot and people weave…

White Blank by Don Matthews

It stares out from the screen at me I stare right back at it Yes, it says, I am quite blank And, yes, I feel a git. I’ve got no spelling errors Syntax perfect, yes I’m just a piece of white blank verse Examine me, address! But I’ve got better things to do Than look…

Prosaic Hell by Don Matthews

I have so many poems They wait, pile up, say “send” They keep on procreating Drives me round the bend This bloody rhyme’s addictive I gotta have my words Injected for my daily fix It’s damnably absurd You say to me go rehab They will de-rhyme your brain Jack and Jill won’t climb the hill…

Dr. Don at Your Service by Don Matthews

(Researchers at Donyagoz Adana Hospital, Turkey have found excess use of Viagra can produce a multitude of unwanted side effects. Feb 2020) Dr. Don’s on your screen here to warn you If you’re using Viagra to excess OK, you will stand you to attention But other things might end in mess This simple little thing…

Polyadic by Don Matthews

Polyadic What’s it mean? Quite benign? Quite obscene? Yes it’s in You’re favourite dic Or if you choose Take any pick It simply means Three or more Useless word I ever saw What a useless Waste of time Polyadic Waste of rhyme Polyadic Three or more Four, five, six What a bore How can I…

Circled by High Fences by Don Matthews

The park it was once theme-like Decayed now to the ground A ghostly symbol from the past Now silent with no sound The park, once full of laughter With people having fun All now past, forgotten No more a park, no sun A sound can still sometimes be heard Breaking through the silence Metal creaking…

The Journey by Don Matthews

I’ve just been on a journeyTo farewell a dear friendWho took a final journeyAt his life’s journey’s end I have a pre-booked ticketOf that there’s no debateThe only thing I’m waiting onIs when I’m told the date The Office SupervisorIn charge of ticket salesDecides my date of boardingDecides when I set sail What mode of…

First Feet by Don Matthews

If you like my humourAnd think I’m worth a readHop in with your feet firstYou are a dying breed If you’re into doom and gloomDon’t think I’m worth a readGo ahead I don’t careProcreate your breed OK my humour can beStrange, sometimes offbeatBut if you think I’m worth a readThen jump in with first feet…

Brains to Practice On by Don Matthews

Adelaide has made a world breakthrough In printing the first 3D brain Before surgeons do operations On patients, their replicas can train Scans they are taken of real brains Ones that have tumours within Computer then 3D’s a model For surgeons to scalpel within If something goes wrong in the process The surgeon, a tumour…

The Lady of the GPS by Don Matthews

(TRUE STORY) A truckie based in Melbourne (A huge B-double grade) Set GPS then headed off Bound for Adelaide The Lady of the GPS (Obey at any cost) Take this street, that street, trust me do You’re bound to not get lost But Lady? streets are narrowing Don’t worry trust me do You’ve told me…

I’ve Failed as a Poet Again by Don Matthews

I’m sitting in the cafe again It’s hopeless, don’t know what to write I’m doing my usual look-looking around But there’s no ideas coming in sight So what does a poet do lacking ideas? With me it’s to internalise To turn on myself, make the neurons go round See what they can bring me, surprise…

Running Out of Cotton Wool by Don Matthews

You know I grew up on a farm Could always have drowned in the lake Died from the fall of a big tree Or simply from treading on snake And then there’s the horse-drinking trough Was always near top (pretty full) Could easily have fallen from a galloping horse Or gored by our favourite pet…

Publish-Time by Don Matthews

Publishers today don’t seem to Like the written rhyme They say it’s out of fashion to go Rhyming all the time I think of William Shakespeare, Yeats Their work was full of rhyme And if they were alive today They would lack publish-time Today there’s little teaching how To grow the art of rhyme Into…

Was the Night Before Christmas by Don Matthews

Was the night before Christmas When I got his text That Santa would visit me ‘Round planet (convexed) No longer he’s guided By stars (lots of guess) Tech reps have caught up with him Now has GPS (meter changes) I’m waiting here for Santa It’s three o’clock in morn (I’m yawning now but never mind)…