Some pithy poems

Doug was perturbed
By the mound
In the lawn
Too big for a mole
Too small for a
Bronze age barrow
But he could still
Run his mower
Over
It 

Cathy looked out
Through the
French windows
To the rain soaked patio
And smiled

Arthur once owned
A brand new bike
Then time and misuse
Put paid to that claim

Two toads crossed the road
One dithered and delayed
Whilst the other didn't
And didn't survived
Whilst dither didn't