Baby Ben Balloon gets his first Bed and his very own Bedroom.

Batman’s unlucky encounter.

A poem to my granddaughter.

A short story about a man that gives lolipops to children and then gets a wish granted.

This is a poem I wrote a few years back, when my son was at the story telling age, and he asked me if stories ever came true, I told him I didn’t know.
Well they have just made a film about just that, so at last he has his answer.

Bedtime poetry for boys and girls.

Dad was a man’s man and didn’t really know that much about telling his kids bedtime stories. So, he would take the classics and give his own hilarious interpretations. As a belated Father’s Day card, here’s one of them. Mother Goose will never be the same.

Once upon a time there was an ant hill where some red ants lived. For the past one hundred years they had lived without any debt to any other insects (or creatures), but everything was not as fine as it used to be.

Listen to me the grown-up said …