Dom Conlon, poet & author

Category: Poems/Stories

  • Dr Dribble’s Evil Experience

    Being a doctor is easy, All you need is a coat. You poke folk with a stick Until they feel sick Right in the back of the throat. Being a doctor is easy, All you need is a bag. You can make the kids jump, With a good solid thump, And inject them whenever they…

  • #MemoryDoodle

    Our dynamic-doodling Children’s Laureate, Chris Riddell, has tasked the nation with doodling. I’ve spoken in schools about the power of finding stories through doodling so I’m already a huge fan. Stories come when the mind is busy doodling. I’ve been wanting to kickstart some kind of doodling fun but couldn’t think how – until my…

  • Dr Dribble’s Dire Dilemma

    When someone is hurt, you need Dr Dribble, Whatever my price, you must never quibble. Move aside, make room, and give me some space It’s time for the doctor to look at your face. I see it has lumps where there should be a nose I see it has bumps in the shape of a…

  • Some Days

    Some days I want to cry or hide away and crumble. Some days I want to fly or talk away, but mumble. Some days I want to SHOUT or rant away or fight. Some days I want to say I’m just not feeling right. — [sc name=”Coffee”] Illustration courtesy and copyright of Carl Pugh.

  • Standing on my own two feet

    I remember the day I stopped falling over, My sapling legs finally strong and the Winds of change no longer able to unpeg me From the ground. I remember the day I stopped falling over, I was land-locked, my sea wings clipped. I had Up and Down removed from my compass, Level was my new…

  • Dr Dribble’s Deadly Diagnosis

    Open your mouth and say “AH!” AH! Stand on one leg and say “AH!” AH! Hold your nose and your ear (there’s nothing to fear) then say “AH!” AH! Yes it’s quite plain to see from the lump on your knee that the problem is how you say AH! So hand me my tweezers and…

  • Whale Egggs

    I wish we got eggs from a whale, Imagine how big they would be! Imagine the yolk and how all kinds of folk Would be crushed having one for their tea. — [sc name=”Coffee”] Illustration courtesy and copyright, Jools Wilson.

  • Dr Dribble’s Diabolical Disease Diary

    There’s nothing so pleasing as the act of diseasing An innocent child or two. To see them break out with claws or a snout Will always feel wonderfully new. On Monday I’ll lurk at the school where I work And strike down a boy with the mumps. There’ll be cries of boo-hoo, and snot like…

  • Finding Zero—a maths poem

    I’m trying to write a poem about zero but I’m coming up with nothing. Zip, zilch, nada, nought. It’s as though every thought has drained away and everything I want to say has gone. I am an open mouth an empty hole like someone stole my words away. I count the things I cannot say…

  • On the sea bed

    When sleeping with fishes On the sea bed Some people might think You’re actually dead. But really there aren’t Any such troubles, Whilst sleeping with fishes You’re just snoring bubbles. — [sc name=”Coffee”] Illustration © 2015 Jools Wilson