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MacIndigo...
MacIndigo was a wider spider
Than any I’d seen before.
MacIndigo was the greatest glider,
As he swept across the floor.
His web was made from the finest silk,
That spiders money could buy.
He bathed each day in asses milk,
Which made him a real smooth guy.
MacIndigo dreamed of the good things he had,
Like the bluebottle caught in his trap.
But MacIndigo’s grip suddenly loosed from his pad,
And he fell to an old ladies lap.
She screamed as he fell, yet she grabbed with her hand,
And he wondered just why all the fuss.
For she was much bigger than he in this land,
On the scale of a mouse to a bus!
MacIndigo’s days were close to an end,
As she took him off to the loo.
MacIndigo felt flushed as he passed round the bend,
This seemed such a strange thing to do.
As MacIndigo died, he just sighed and then cried,
As he thought of his past life of crime.
Until came the moment, he just faded away
From decay and the passing of time.
So whatever we think, as we wash at the sink,
Whatever just lurks down the plughole.
Be it creepy or crawly, one things for surely,
It’s possessed of MacIndigo’s Soul.
© 1991 Philip G. Bell
MacIndigo’s Son...
We've all heard tell of a wondrous spider,
MacIndigo was his name.
Of how he was he greatest glider,
That’s how he won his fame.
Well lesser known was MacIndigo’s son
A ne’er do well it was said
Who decided that to get some fun
He’d hide in a young girl’s bed.
As soon as he came into her sight
She’d scream to get her Dad
She wouldn’t sleep at all that night
A Spider was real bad.
To get this nasty Spider out
Dad chased it round the room
He cornered it and gave a shout
Victory so soon.
MacIndigo’s son was not one to beg
So he came up with a great idea
He scampered up Dad’s trouser leg
Which made him disappear
Off Dad flew and then he tore,
His trousers off to see,
The spider racing o’er the floor
towards the old TV.
Dad threw a book, it hit him square
And flattened him quite thin
Sticks and Stones didn’t break his bones
'Twas the words that really hurt him
© 1998 Philip G. Bell
MacIndigo’s Daughter
We heard of MacIndigo
We heard of his son
I guess we really oughta
Hear of MacIndigo’s daughter.
A pretty little spider, as far as spiders go
She was kind of cute
In a little hair suit
As she went on a hunt for a beau
But there was lots of trouble you see
Though males she did find
And one thing on her mind
Was to eat all her boyfriends for tea
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
MacIndigo’s Ghost
When MacIndigo finally met his end
He said howdo to a long lost friend
But then he realised all was not right
As he walked through a brick and into the night
In darkness he glowed and shimmered and shone
like a lamp in a fog that’s off and then on
His voice was a wail like dolphins but strange
His coat was like a dog with the mange
With practise our Mac could make a dark shadow
To cross over webs that were lit by the moon
With this he could frighten those walking the park though
The trick he found harder in May and in June
So if you are walking at night in the park
Watch out for the webs lit by the moon
And then if you wait and watch for a lark
MacIndigo’s Ghost will pass by soon
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
A Mice Story
This is the story of four little mice,
Who grew up in China on
beanshoots and rice.
The mice were all best friends,
from nursery through school,
And many times over liked playing
the fool.
Whilst out on a mission to search
for some food,
They disturbed a cat and said
something rude.
The cat it gave chase, whilst the
mice ran away,
A dog saw the cat and decided to play.
The cat caught a mouse and the
dog caught the cat,
The three remaining mice said
they didn’t fancy that.
So they raced to the rescue of
their tiny little friend,
And pulled really hard, just as
his tail did end.
Out popped the mouse from the
jaws of the cat,
And the mice all agreed, not to
stay and chat.
The dog went woof, and the cat
went meow,
The mice turned around and
shouted out ciou!
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
Pixielated
I’m a little Pixie, three
foot two
My ears are pink and my nose is blue
I’m tall for my age and
that is true
But I don’t care and
neither should you
Where do all the Pixies go, when
they are through
They go to the funfair and then
to the zoo
So when you visit there, you
know what to do
Sprinkle a little Pixie dust and
be one too
Now the day is over, A Pixie
goes to bed
To rest his Pixie body and his
little Pixie Head
He cuddles up besides his
favourite bear called Ted
And sleeps away his cares in my
garden shed
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Something but nothing...
I’ve travelled all around
the world
To see what I could see
And as I went it all unfurled,
So I saw what was shown to me.
I’d like to tell you just
what I saw,
As I travelled around and around,
For it’s just like opening
a great big door,
What you see will always astound.
The world is full of wondrous things,
Too many to share in this space,
But believe me when I say it brings
Me joy and hope and grace.
The world is almost ready for you,
So one day you may go
I am really hoping that you do
And then you too will know.
© 1998 Philip G. Bell
Small Talk
This is my friend Horse
He’s stuffed of course
But at night, he comes alive
Same age as me, he is, five.
Five is big but six is bigger
Roy Roger’s horse was called Trigger
Dad told me that, cos he is old
And knows these things, I’ve
got a cold
My nose is running and I believe
Mommy says don’t wipe it on
my sleeve
I’ve got a cough, it gets me down
And the doctors medicine, yuk,
it’s brown
So what’s your name? Are you old?
Have you ever had a cold?
My sister, once she had the flu
And got real cross cos I hid her shoe
My Auntie says that I’m real cute
When I’m dressed in my
bestest suit
But I get in trouble when I jump
in a puddle
I like clothes that are all in a muddle
My room’s a mess, Mommy told
me so
I asked if I could play and she
said no
So here I’m stuck in my room
I wonder if it would help if I got
a broom
I think I’ll rest here on my bed
Cos I’m so tired, I must rest
my head
And I’ll get the toys tidied
in the morn
And I’ll do it real good
and.... Yawn!
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
X Mouse Story
Christopher Mouse, Chris for short,
Lived in a shop in the town.
He worked all day for very
little pay,
But he never let it get him down.
Whilst out one day in the big
wide world,
Chris met up with a young lady mouse.
He immediately fell, under her spell,
And they married and set up a house.
Within a short while, some young
ones appeared,
And they all moved to a much
bigger house.
From the start to the end, I
tell you my friend,
The kids have their own Father
Chris Mouse.
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
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Logoff
This wonderful, mystical, magical rhyme
Was written before it was thought of.
By a fantastic, amazing , jumble of time,
Induced by a gremlin called Logoff
It was written by Philip before he knew why
And after he retired to bed.
His computer played tricks and started to fly
Circling around in his head.
He typed in his mind for four special girls
To thank them for liking his tales
And as he was writing, this story unfurls
And Logoff logged on to the emails.
And so my dear friends, I am puzzled a lot
This poem I haven’t yet written
But if you receive it then all you have got
Is a cute little fluffy white kitten
OK I know the last line doesn’t make sense
but for goodness sake! This is for four young girls! When was the
last time you knew four young girls who didn’t love kittens!
And besides it was Logoff’s fault, he wrote
it. ( No I didn’t ) .... Yes you did! ..........
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
Do you itch when you think of ants?
Thirty thousand little ants
Went out for a picnic one day
Thirty thousand elephants
Went to show the way
The picnic bugged day trippers
The ants were all to blame
The elephants wore slippers
To put the ants to shame
When at last the picnic was over
The ants were all in jail.
And the elephants were in clover
But the jumbo’s posted bail.
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
Elephant © Kitty
Roach
Candy Paradise
Marzipan people walk Praline streets,
Fondant mice chased by Butterscotch cats.
Caramel houses and Marshmallow shops,
What a sweet little world we live in.
Lemonade pools and Orange Juice streams,
Ginger Beer rain flowing down drains.
Strawberry Milk Shake baths and showers,
What a thirst quenching world we swim in.
Blueberry skies backing Watermelon clouds,
Passion fruit rainbows lit by Pineapple sun.
Raspberry winds before lime lightning bolts,
What fruitful weather we are having.
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
A Child at Thought
I’d like to run out in the rain
And splash in the deepest puddle
But Mommy says I can’t today
My room is in a muddle
I’d like to climb the tallest tree
Small ones are just bores
But Mommy says I can’t today
I have to do my chores
I’d like it if, just for once
I could do just what I wanted
No Mommy calling “Not today”
I’ll end up really stunted
But then again it’s for the best
I know it deep inside
My Mommy knows what’s best for me
I think I’ll run and hide.
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Tantrum Town
Stomping up and Stomping down
This is the way in Tantrum Town
Shake your head and yell and shout
Puff your cheeks and lips right out
Lie on the floor and kick your feet
Scream when they say you’re normally sweet
And when there’s a camera make sure you frown
For this is the way in Tantrum Town.
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
The following is
dedicated
to a very
special young lady in
South Africa, the daughter of
dear friends
Princess Jenica
Princess Jenica came to tea
With Robin the Bear for company
Now Bear’s like Honey, ever
so sweet
And Chocolate Sauce Icecream
just for a treat
But Honey can make their fur oh
so sticky
And cleaning them after is ever
so tricky
Chocolate Sauce can make it much worse
Than can ever be told in this
little verse
So maybe it’s best if Robin
just waits
Whilst Princess Jenica cleans
the plates
By eating the Chocolate Sauce
Icecream and Honey
And licking her lips where the
icecream was runny
That’s what happened when
Jenica came to tea
With Mommy and Daddy and Robin
and me.
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Underneath the Table
Underneath the table
Between the dining chairs
That’s where I like to hide
From all the big brown bears
The legs and wooden cross bars
Will stop them getting me
So here I’m safe as houses
I’m happy as can be
When grown ups sit at the table,
I only see their shoes
I’d like to tie their laces
You never know just who’s
Of course I’d never do it,
They’d find me out I’m sure
And then they’d pull me out
of here
That’s more than I’d endure.
‘Cos once I’m out from under,
The bears would see me free
And then they all would run so fast
To capture little me
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
Gn'elf
I'm not a Gnome
I'm not an elf
I'm as cross, as I can be
For when I'm at home
I'm called a Gn'elf
A mixed up little me
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
Yo! Ho! Ho!
The swash buckler swashed
His buckle oh so hard
The chuckle berry chuckled
He really was a card
So when the chuckle buckler
gave a little cough
The buckle on his trouser belt
Fell right off
The chuckle buckler said to me
I think I feel a draft
I stated my opinion that
He looked a little daft
A pirate shouldn’t be seen
this way
His breeches round his knees
It’s drafty in the winter and
In summer he’ll catch fleas
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
PIG!
Pig sat, bold as brass
Sat right there, upon the grass
Pig grunts, likes the sound
Gets up, off the ground
Pig runs, to the trough
Farmer Brown, gives a cough
Pig tries to get his fill
Tasting from his favourite swill
Pig full, gives a snort
His breath is caught
Pig flops upon the grass
Sat there, bold as brass
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
Fairy Tale
or
( A bit on the tall side!)
Nuff’s my name,
I’m only three,
Inches tall,
And flying free.
I got my name
From my Fairy parents,
Who argued all day
But couldn’t make sense.
So finally they both agreed
And shook each fairy cuff
Whatever name came first
Fair enough!
Groan, groan!
Groan a bit more.
I know it’s awful,
But Nuff’s now four!
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
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