The Fastest Dinosaur in the World

Today I would like to focus
On Dippy the Diplodocus
It seems he’s already on tour
Dippy ‘The Flat Pack’ Dinosaur

When he arrives at each destination
He’s assembled for public observation
With labels and signs all around
And weights to keep his feet on the ground

No dinosaur will ever move faster
Than Dippy whose cast out of plaster
This giant jigsaw puzzle of bones
Can be snapped by you on your phones

And his image will be sent by tonight
To your mates at the speed of light
So no dinosaur will ever move faster
Than Dippy whose made out of plaster


All rights reserved
Peter Roe 2018


Tiddles The Quantum Cat

You may have heard a tale that folks relate
About a cat in a box in a quantum state
That cat is neither alive or dead when its hid
You can only make sure when you lift the lid

Now Tiddles the cat was the one whose fate
Had been tied forever into that quantum state
So when his mates came and gave him a shout
He couldn’t go because he was neither in nor out

Poor little Tiddles he just wasn’t really sure
Who he really was and if he existed any more
Being both dead and alive it seems to me
Means that he is probably just a Zombie

One night each year when the veils are thin
Reality gets twisted and they let the others in
So leave out a box with sweets and stuff like that
In case you need to feed Tiddles the Zombie Cat

And if you are out and about on Halloween Night
And hear a strange noise that gives you a fright
It’s probably just Tiddles the Zombie Cat
Knocking over bins or something like that


All Rights Reserved – Peter Roe – October 2017

I’d Rather Be in Bridport

Wib Wab… Wib Wab… Wib Wab say the wipers in the rain
Amongst the symphony of drops on the window pane
And when the big drops splash on the roof above
There’s something quite nice about the rain I love

I see some folks go rushing by
To the local shops or just somewhere dry
umbrellas held firmly against the day
As they hurry and scurry along their way

I’d rather be damp or a little bit wet
Than snug and dry on a holiday jet
I’d rather be in Bridport in the rain
Than a sun kissed beach in sunny Spain

There’s something quite lovely about the rain
And I’d rather be in Bridport than sunny Spain


You can see and hear this poem on You-Tube

“I’d Rather be in Bridport”


Is It Too Late To Be Writing Poetry?

I’m tired and I just can’t stop yawning
It’s stupid o’clock in the bloody morning

We will just have to wait and see
If it’s too late to be writing poetry?

I really need some divine intervention
perhaps an elixir of lyrical inspiration

I drifted and snoozed and finally slumped
and only woke when my head got bumped!

Perhaps a surgeon would do instead
To remove this keyboard from my head