Sad Extinction of the Trees by Michael Healy

Sad Extinction of the Trees

Ouch! said the tree, I felt that, it hurt.

Yes its that guy down there,

making all that noise and dirt

Haven’t you seen what happened to the Poplar next door to me?

What?   Fallen! cut down flat.

Thirty years growing and that is that.


Through gales, snow and floods we have all stood proud.

New owner comes in and starts to treat us like a crowd.

First one, then two, then ten and twenty; we all crash

Turns us into trash!

All in his first 30 days


Now the rain will run right down the land,

the wind will blow a gale

And as for our neighbours next door;

Now they can see from their abode,

right up to Tuxford Gaol.

Dr Michael Healy, Egmanton

In Ichibal by Michael Healy

In Ichibal by Michael Healy

A nonsense poem: everything has a solution   __________________________________

In Ichibal there lives a tribe,

Who sit at tables ten feet wide.

So when they come to eat their grub,

And here I must say is the rub,

They need a spoon so very long,

It will not fit around their tongue,

And so in order for them to eat

They have to use their toes and feet

And throw their dishes in the air.

Which must explain why all their hair

Always looks so neat and flat,

Covered as it is in fat!                                                  


by Michael Healy

The land of Ling-Tong Boodle by Michael Healy

The land of Ling-Tong Boodle

by  Michael Healy


Down in the land of Ling-Tong Boodle,

Especially in the forest of Lisbet Doodle,

Lives a prehistoric land,

Where dinosaurs feed hand-in-hand.

 M Healy dinosaur

Ling-Tong Boodle is a very dark place,

Just not fit for the human race.

With squeaks and creaks and all strange noises,

There is never the sound of human voices.

Bubbling mud and thick smelly fog,

And creatures the size of a twenty-foot dog!


Overhead flies an Archaeopteryx, looking for some prey,

Whilst a Stegosaurus lumbers along, the same route every day.

With long sharp teeth which rip its food in slices,

The Triceratops watches, a meat-chewing Ceolophysis.


I really must get away from here,

I can feel my growing, shivering fear.

But then I turn in my comfy bed,

And gradually awake my sleepy head.

My eyes open wide, it’s all been a dream

Ling-Tong Boodle? Just my nightmare’s scene.


I pull back the curtains and the sun shines for us,

What’s that on the lawn?

                         It’s             a            TYRANNOSAURUS!!!!!           

                                                                                       Michael Healy