June 12, 2012

 

 

Signals missed

Knowledge withheld.

A lethal combination.

Then with tears, eyes welled.

 

 

 

June 10, 2012

 

 

She wanted a staddle stone

for a head stone.

She was barmy

Hated anything smarmy!

 

And there it was-

A stone mushroom.

It looked bizarre

Hurrah

Her way of saying tarah.

 

It stood covered in moss,

near to a black granite cross.

So weird

So feared

 

Ungodly, unnatural,

but ‘so her’ to the end.

Never one to pretend.

She was a hell of a friend.

 

 

June 8, 2012

We daren’t sit Joe

next to Auntie Flo.

She does his ‘head in’.

He’ll get drunk, you know!

 

And we can’t sit Lynda

next to cousin Pete.

They once had a fling,

and might still be on heat

 

And we mustn’t let Stella know

that Wilbur’s been invited.

They haven’t spoken since Uncle Martin

was unexpectantly knighted!

 

Auntie Minnie once hit Fanny

over the head.

So we’ll keep them well apart

or it’ll upset dear old Fred.

 

Stanley will not come,

though he might drop Nellie off.

He never did like our lot

and he has a bronchial cough

 

I know darling dearest

that this is our day.

But we have to invite my family,

come what may.

 

Grandma James, as you know,

is a bit of a prude?

She doesn’t like swear words

or anything rude.

 

So tell your best man

to tone down his act

Or out of her will, you will be,

that’s a fact!

 

 We have to invite Dads

second cousin Maude,

and her idle husband,

they call ‘Shiftless Claude’.

 

But we’ll keep them far away

from Jenny and Larry.

Who still live ‘in sin’

and choose not to marry.

 

We must make sure Uncle Bert

is at the end of a table.

Or he’ll ‘touch up’ young ladies

and infuriate Mabel.

 

Uncle Giles is getting old now,

but he’s still bringing Auntie Pru.

So best sit them near an exit,

as they always needs the loo.

 

All this must seem a nightmare

right now, for you, I know.

But me marrying you at all,

to my parents, is a blow?

 

It’s not that they don’t like you

They just prefer my ex!

I don’t suppose that you’d consider

inviting poor old Rex?

 

Well, that’s my side sorted,

and we’re up to seventy three.

So keep your numbers to a minimum,

or a riot there will be.

 

 

 

June 7, 2012

 

 

She always was quite different.

Her mind was so untamed.

From the womb she came screaming,

‘freedom’

Or, so her Mother claimed!

 

She always was so carefree.

Nothing really fazed her, ever.

She always had the solution.

In fact she was very clever.

 

She was on another planet,

to her normal fellow man.

She loved her moments of solitude,

which not many say they can.

 

You could never tie her down,

her heart, it was on loan.

She was generous to a fault,

but her time, it was her own.

 

I don’t know where she is now.

One day she just blew away.

But I’m better off for knowing her,

she makes me smile on a gloomy day.

 

 

 

 

I might be eighty five my child,

but in my heart I’m still twenty one.

It’s just my body that’s deteriorating,

as the years tick swiftly on.

 

 

 

June 6, 2012

 

 

He couldn’t see the wood for the trees,

he’d got in far too deep.

His life had become a jungle,

and at times he would sit and weep.

 

He couldn’t break from the monotony.

He was on a conveyor belt.

His ambitions had long since left him.

All he had was the hand life had dealt.

 

His family took him for granted

And swallowed up all he could earn.

He even contemplated suicide,

He didn’t know which way to turn.

 

In the end, one day he just walked off,

Sometime in the middle of May.

He took on a new identity,

and found a new life, far away.

 

 

 

 

That pot of gold

looks oh, so near.

But they don’t go in hospital

to die now – no fear!

 

Don’t count your chickens

until they are here.

She might have left it

to the Dogs Home, Dear!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The total complexity of marriage.

The unseen shackles that bind.

A lifetime sentence, after vows are exchanged,

We must be out of our minds!

 

 

 

 

‘Everything in moderation’,

our  Dad always said.

But he worked ‘til he was sixty five,

then promptly dropped down dead.

 

Now where’s the sense in that?

 

Just take this life steady,

and fit into the daily grind.

Don’t be over ambitious,

or indeed, overstretch your mind.

 

Now where’s the sense in that?

 

Just be Mister Average,

and follow the flock of sheep.

Tumble through life in wonderment,

as if you are half asleep.

 

Now where’s the sense in that?

 

Dare to wake up feeling different,

with blood running fast through your veins.

You can meet any challenge ahead,

if you’ll only take hold of the reins!

 

Now there is some sense in THAT !

 

 

 

Bags in sumptuous leather

Boots and shoes with a name.

All of them costing a fortune

Isn’t it a shame!

 

Clothes with famous labels

Out of date so soon,

Get put on the credit cards,

and for a moment we’re over the moon.

 

We all need retail therapy,

to prevent us going insane.

This fast track modern living

can sometimes be a pain.

 

 

 

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