Andrew Stacey's Poetry Page

21/05/2025

(and strangers too!)

Here's the last in my series of Limericks.

Bath

A writer from just outside Bath
Made limericks up for a laugh
One limerick a day
Is the well-balanced way
Though he sometimes does one and a half.

Andrew Stacey

20/05/2025

Here's the next in my sequence of Limericks.

Burnham-on-Crouch

A mother from Burnham-on-Crouch
Kept her offspring in a pouch
A man from the zoo
Said she's half kangaroo
And when struck by her tail he said ouch!

Andrew Stacey

18/05/2025

Here's the next in my series of Limericks...

Crete

A broken-legged fellow from Crete
Declared I have wheels now, not feet
They took off his plasters
To reveal he had casters
Which actually looked rather neat.

Andrew Stacey

15/05/2025

Here's the next Limerick, I hope you're enjoying them! Add you're own favourite in the comments if you would like to share.

Hilda

There was an old lady called Hilda
Who fell off a roof and it killed her
Her husband, named Ted
Was in tears when he said
I wish we had called in a builder.

Andrew Stacey

14/05/2025

Here's the next one in my series of Limericks . If you're a Limerick lover feel free to add your favourite in the comments. I'd love to see them.

Adrian Pew

A fellow named Adrian Pew
Went to visit the birds at a zoo
He soon started sneezing
And coughing and wheezing
He was struck down with avian flu.

Andrew Stacey

13/05/2025

Hello again old and new!

Here's the second in my series of limericks:

Twickenham

There once was a fellow from Twickenham
Who grew apples, but someone kept picking 'em
He didn't like thumping
The folk that were scrumping
He said that he much preferred kicking 'em.

Andrew Stacey

12/05/2025

Hello readers. Apologies for the lack of posts recently. I've been busy with some readings and I'm also learning the ukulele so I haven't produced much new stuff.

Today, as you may or may not know, is national Limerick Day so I'll be posting a few new Limericks this week. Here's the first. Call back tomorrow for the next. Feel free to add you own favourite in the comments if you like.

Lee

A courageous young hippo called Lee
Won a medal for his bravery
Though he didn’t survive
To collect it alive
He got it hippo-posthumously.

Andrew Stacey

14/03/2025

Read my poem 'Working Class' at The Poetry Spa held at the Bath Spa University. A massively talented group of committed, inclusive and mutually supportive poets. An emotionally charged evening. I felt a bit out of place as an oldy amongst mostly young, but experienced and skilful slammers but was made to feel welcome. A remarkable evening and excellent venue. There's a bar too! Keep up the good work Team Bath Spa! Here's my poem...

Working Class

We are the working classes
don’t like our bosses on our asses
punched mine once and broke his glasses
we are working class.

We are the hardworking masses
went to school but skived off classes
smoking f**s in underpasses
we are working class.

We are the working classes
don’t like cops and don’t like grasses
it’s always us a cop harasses
we are working class.

We are the working classes
wear blue collars, sometimes white
the job’s not good and the pay is sh*te.
we are working class.

We are the working classes
we are the hardworking poor
they used to pay us but they don’t no more
we are working class.

We are the working classes
down the mines with poison gases
might drop dead from asbestosis
we are working class.

We are the working class
do the graft, don’t get the brass
they’ve postponed my pension and bus pass
we are the working class.

We are the working classes
we build ships and submarines
then blow each other to smithereens
we are working class.

05/03/2025

From 8.00 p.m. this evening...

Open mic night TONGIHT! 💥

Due to the pub being shut last week, the open mic night has been rearranged to TONIGHT!

make sure you bring yourself down! Any and all talents welcome and if tonight isn't the night you want to perform, them why not come down and support some local talent!

We can't wait to see you all!
S & R

25/02/2025

Here's another poem from my book, Life Could Be Verse. This time a more serious one. The book is available on eBay at https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/196844460954 or by contacting me on messenger.

Let Us Prey

Your treasured borders now lie unattended,
those sunny sweet pea summers are no more.
The chickens in the yard are undefended,
the sun goes down; the wolves are at the door.

The lawn is growing ragged at its edges,
dandelions spoil the even green.
There’s no one here to cut and tend the hedges,
at the rotting compost vermin can be seen.

No fire, no warmth and no illumination,
cold windows stare as blank as dead man’s eyes.
On the sill a morbid congregation
of spiders and incessant buzzing flies.

A solitary magpie seeking sustenance
from something in the garden long since dead
shares cunning, avarice and lack of patience
with the vultures wheeling slowly overhead.

For Sale is posted coldly in your garden,
a price tag on the lonely single bed,
everything in life has got a value
and this is quickly realised when you’re dead.

Andrew Stacey

25/02/2025

, friends and visitors, thank you for the looks and likes on my Valentine's Day poem, posting again soon!