Category Archives: Reasonable Rhymes

Left Right

If you go far enough left you come out on the right.

Good night.

Shut up and eat your bun.

We have a gun.

No fun.

Tich Ennis

13th April, 2018

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Message From God 4

I’ll be there when you’re good and ready.

In the meantime go steady.

Call me when you’re ready.

Tich Ennis

19th March, 2018

Pam Ayres

Has Pam Ayres improved with age, I did not like her on the page.

I thought she was too twee for me, you see.

But now at last her flowering comes, at school was she good at sums?

She’s funny, humorous, you know, she puts on a really good show.

Yes, I do enjoy her work, she makes out her husband is a berk.

She laughs at life, she laughs at age.

I will read her on the page.

She’s great on stage.

Tich Ennis

19th March, 2018

Internet

The internet can be used for good or ill, uranium can cure, uranium can kill.

Follow my words if you will.

Too much of a good thing is bad, even sunshine kills, who is mad?

Some things are best in small doses, do you want to spend your life online?

Don’t waste time.

Tich Ennis

15th March, 2018

Rich And Famous

If I became rich and famous might I become obnoxious, I asked a friend, he said do you mean more obnoxious than you are?

I don’t own a car.

God may be sparing me for something, but what the Hell?

Oh well.

Fame has not gone to my head, I have obscurity instead.

Its not hard to be humble when no one knows you’re there.

Ask me, see if I care.

Could I possibly stand up to fame?

You don’t know my name.

I am honest, I am poor.

May the truth endure.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

Goodbye Fantasy

I haven’t written for a while, now I do, maybe raise a smile.

I must justify my existence for what it worth, here on Earth.

Apparently all is fantasy, illusion, may I dispel confusion.

It sure is realistic as Hell, oh well.

Reality is the essence of the real, the real thing is how you feel.

My life progresses on from day to day, I have not gone away.

I hope to cross my bridges as they come and go, today a stranger said hello.

He asked had I sold any books, I said no one has any money.

He thought that was funny.

This poem arrives at no conclusion.

Free us from delusion.

Tich Ennis

1st February, 2018

To Belle Gibson, Australia, fantasy cancer con artist