Jabba

Pet in the vet,
old and worn,
do I set him free
to heavenly roam?

Third world

Kevin built a time machine
not bad for a tall, spotty teen
every night instead of sleep
he'd make a distant space time leap
seeing things in his future
wondering if he's rich or poor
but one night he travelled too far
and saw the death of the sun star
a mighty bang he did see
a chance to start world number three

Little record

Swishing tail
and tiny hooves
now listed in the record books

Could he be
the smallest horse?
according to Guinness of course

Either way
he is too cute
little pinto Brute

Gilbert and Gerty

Gilbert was laid on the grass
sadly his long life had past
Gerty wouldn't leave her mate
knowing what would be his fate

Crows approached with greedy eyes
but Gerty she was much too wise
she stood beside him faithfully
and fended off the black bullies

They lunged at her, their beaks were wide
hoping to peck at his hide
but Gerty jumped into the air
and whacked them with her tail of hair

You might think she was mighty large
to be able to take such charge
but don't be fooled by your mind
it was a squirrel that was kind

Fur..evenge

In a land turned upside down
humans didn't wear the crown
all those years subservient
animals were discontent

Tired of being stripped down bare
just so humans wear their hair
animals now in control
turned the tables on their role

Sitting meek below the chain
humans now no longer vain
made to atone for their deep sin
for animals now wear their skin

Run in the sun

Jelly beans and telephones
lots of people jarring bones
start to finish, it's a race
who is going to set the pace

Young and old, tall and small
come together, one and all
Tower bridge and Cutty Sark
they all love this running lark

Some will finish down the Mall
others they may just fall
but no matter how many start
the best thing is just taking part

Sleight of hand

Cally had always been repulsed by the withered hand her father kept in a glass box. It looked like a giant, wrinkled spider. She hated spiders.
"Why do you have to keep that thing?" she said, slumped over one of the tables in her father's pub, staring at it with a disapproving eye.
"Because it's part of the history of 'The Highwayman's Inn. It brings in visitors; and visitors mean money," her father huffed.
"I don't like it. It's creepy and just plain weird that people want to come here to see a severed hand," she retorted, turning to look through the window at the blizzard raging outside across the moorland.
"Not just any severed hand."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. It belonged to Red Crow, the notorious rogue gambler who had his hand chopped off for cheating the pub landlord out of five guineas," Cally recounted like a mantra.
No sooner had she said it there was a sudden smash behind the bar. Both her and her dad leapt back in fright.
"What was that?" Cally quivered.
"It was just a bottle," replied her dad. "It must have been unstable on the shelf."
Cally sat back on one of the wooden chairs, her heart thumping in her chest. She turned to look back at the thing in the glass case, only to find the door to the case open and the hand missing.