Peter Pitta, Half Dead Bread. July 24, 2010

Peter Pitta belched and burped,

grunted, snorted, screeched and slurped

like something from a stable.

He told the most disgusting jokes

but suddenly began to choke,

collapsing on the table.

I called for help, a doctor came

and said “his manners are to blame!”

I asked him “is he dead?”

The doctor shook his head and sighed,

“Not quite, but though he hasn’t died

he’s certainly ill bread!”

.

Paul Hughes 2010

.

.

An example of a poem An example of a poem written to suit what struck me as a funny pun – the ill bread / bred thing…

School’s out for EVER! October 28, 2009

I was working as a doctor in the local A&E.
A boy came in, his parents wept and wailed.
Upon examination it was plain for all to see,
his heart was weak, his lungs and kidneys failed.
The look of pain upon his face, too dreadful to remember,
his final words: “Why must life be so cruel?
My will to live has disappeared, for now it is September.
I’d really rather die than go to school!”
,
Paul Hughes, 2009