Dirty Doctor Dunn! (From the Mad World collection)

Dirty Doctor Dunn
found his job quite fun,
though never seemed to
ever wash his hands.
Under finger nails
were bit of old entrails
you could smell then as he felt around your glads.

He'd pick about and probe
in bottoms and earlobes,
accumulating bits of skin and germs.
With fingers down your throat,
one couldn't help but note,
an odour somewhat similar to perms.

Any open wound
he'd dress or clean with spit,
saying that the olden days were best.
No need to disinfect it!
(with him,
please don't expect it)
one germ is not that different to the rest!

Athletes foot and scabies
he'd scratch off with his nails
eating scabs he said they helped him think.
Specimens of urine
he'd keep for countless weeks
then would make a special dietary drink.

After several days
his hands would start to itch,
uric acid was his usual cure.
He'd have a wee on them
then pick out with a pen
the sticky bits to kill the germs for sure.

Many of his patients
thought he was the best,
they seemed to like his attitude to dirt.
Others couldn't face him,
not wanting to disgrace him,
they'd see another doctor when things hurt.

But Dirty Doctor Dunn
had manners most polite,
a quality that seemed to earn him trust
But those who should complain,
the patients with real pain,
often never lived to make a fuss!

Mr. Granger (From the Mad World collection)

There is nobody stranger

than that funny Mr. Granger,

he's particularly peculiar

when it comes to girls.

He gets flustered

he gets flummoxed

and his tongue tied up in knots

and he plays with his fair hair

with his finger

making curls.

He profusely perspirates

and feels sticky to the touch

and his eye flickers twitching

like a tick,

but Granger is no stranger

to attention from the ladies

though the thought of him

cavorting

would make

most of us feel sick!

Montgomery's Ground (From the School Daze collection)

Monty Montgomery

was into astronomy

and studied the skies every night.

He longed to discover

a star that no other

had spied with their telescope sight.

Ignoring such things

as Saturn's great rings

and comets like Halley's and more.

To galaxies new

his fixation grew

he would find it one day, he was sure.

He gazed past the stars

beyond Neptune and Mars

and strained to see further each night.

And although just a hobby

stargazing for Monty

became an obsession by rights.

His magnified lens

now known by his friends

as Monty's great love of his life.

They joked in their circles

that Monty's queer querkles

would never attract him a wife.

But one night by chance

as he strained with a glance

a far away spec could be seen.

" Great heavens abound

I think I have found

a new Planet,"

came Monty's wild scream!

He noted directions

for future inspections,

then telephoned his closest friend.

" Old Monty dear boy,"

said Monty's friends Roy,

" We'd all thought you'd gone round the bend!"

He then soon became

a victim of fame

as news of his planet got out.

The spec he had found

named Montgomery's Ground

was the one thing the world talked about.

He had gazed at the stars

beyond planets like Mars

in fact to the furthest of space.

Now on stargazer's maps,

where before was a gap,

Monty's planet is there in its place!

The Triplets (From the Mad World collection)

Allison, Jenny, and Adam

were triplets

born to the Wests.

Now three pairs of feet

needed booties

and three tiny chests needed vests.

Two pairs of boots needed bows on

with the boy's little booties in blue

the vests worn beneath their pyjamas

in white

and they needed a few.

Two of the three needed pink sheets

one of the three blue or cream,

all of them needed clean nappies,

a cuddle and milk when they screamed.

Three little chairs round the table

and three safety seats in the car.

With ever the risk of a tantrum

the West would now rarely drive far.

The buggies of course a dilemma

A triplet?

A double and one?

The triplet perhaps on the wide side

and with two

on your own not much fun.

The West were in awe of their

babies

though three with a gap between each

would've made the West’s lives

so much easier

and attracted less crowds on the beach

But the Wests were a practical couple

so placed a small line in the ads

“ Nanny required, must have reference."

and sat by the phone with a pad.

The very next day an enquirer

they scribbled in pencil her name

Miss Gurtrude Eliza Macdonald

she’d arrive on the 7^th by train.

A fearsome figure in Tartan

stood at the door with a case

“Where are the dear little bliters?”

she hollered whilst dabbing her face.

The tremulous couple then gestured

across to the sitting room door

and before they could offer a cold drink

she was stomping across the tiled floor.

“You in the blue, stop that crying

and you two in pink not a peek!”

the tone of her voice far from soothing

resulted in terrified shrieks.

“ I’m not sure you’re right for this job Miss,

but we thank you for taking the time.”

“Nonsense young man, I am perfect

one reference, look here

I have nine!”

“ You don’t understand Miss Macdonald

the person we want for our three

needs to be kind,

calm and patient

someone in fact,just like me”

Realisation then hit them

no one could better a mum

and although the job was a hard one

she was finding the challenge quite fun

Three little hugs in the morning

Three lots of kisses and smiles

And three special words

I love you

Was the only help needed by miles!

A Right Royal Mess

The camera flashed twice

the pictures looked nice

but part of her life had been snatched.

She could not erase

the evidence saved

and the truth of her deed

now attached.

The Princess' fame

in the public domain

meant that she was just

never alone.

Now caught in the act,

it was now a fact,

that her cover had been truly blown.

She had said to the prince

she was just popping out

and he hadn't suspected a thing.

But the body guard stayed,

by the fireside laid,

by the door she discarded

her ring.

The man that she met

from the advert she'd read,

did not have a clue of her class.

He was no Mr. Right,

she a little uptight,

on the pudding decided to pass.

It was really bad luck

as she stood by his truck

outside of that motorway caff,

in the act they were caught,

which put pay to his thought

of him taking her back to his gaff.

The very next day

with pictures displayed

all over the national papers,

the evidence seen

by no less than the queen,

showed the truth of the princess' capers.

Questions were raised,

the royals amazed,

there was nothing the prince wouldn't give.

But the crown not enough,

she just needed some rough

and to see how the other half live.

So another great scandal

for the royals to handle,

oh how to get out of this mess.

It was this time last year,

that the photos appeared

of the king on his horse in a dress!

They had let the side down

representing the crown

when a slice of true life they both sampled.

But with money they get

from the tax payer's net,

you would think they could set and example!

Sir Leonard Sindon- Smyth (From the Mad World collection)

Sir Leonard Sindon Smyth

was glad to be alive

whilst teetering on a brink and precipice.

Whilst climbing he had slipped,

then simply lost his grip,

thus realising it possible

to dislocate both hips.

He was no mountaineer,

now this of course was clear,

but persuaded by a thick and drunken mist,

so convincing him to climb,

how ridiculously sublime

the future lay beneath him

like a cavernous abyss.

He wracked his brains and thought

about the things that he'd been taught,

though was sure the manual gave no actual mention.

His straddled legs astride,

the gaping cavern wide;

he had no idea his legs could reach

the length of their extension!

He performed the perfect splits

as frost covered his lips,

the cold now setting his amazing posture.

He cried out but in vain,

as snow then turned to rain,

he was so relieved to hear the sound

of the air to sea helicopter!

The rescue now in place

what a picture was his face,

if only he could close his dangling limbs.

He feared they'd never close

as he looked out to his toes...

the helicopter crew men

had a job to get him in!

Poor Leonard Sindon-Smyth

unable now to drive

he travels in the back with windows down.

His chauffeur leads the way

and even now today,

you can see his feet protruding

as he's driven round the town!