August 21, 2012

 

 

Plausible – well hardly.

Believable – a bit.

Check him out in every detail,

or you’ll end up more Miss than It.

 

 

 

 

 

The trouble with box ticking, is that

sometimes, there’s not a box that fits.

There should be dinky ‘in between’ boxes,

that are more suiting to certain bits.

 

 

 

 

He’ll twist it and turn it, and embellish the clues.

He’ll electrify it, espy it, the truth it may lose.

He’s only sniffing around for a story to use,

in an endless battle for  headline news.

 

 

August 17, 2012

 

 

A family member

with a heart of gold.

Years of devotion

and joy untold.

 

Never moody

or ever blue.

A wonderful temperament

and love so true.

 

Loyalty and trust

so paramount.

Always on you, we knew

we could count.

 

We couldn’t forsake you

when your illness came.

Because to us you were

exactly the same.

 

We battled through

those difficult days.

Together we survived

and developed new ways.

 

Though you’re gone now Megan

you’ll always be

the light in our life

though you couldn’t see.

 

 

 

 

Good god, he’s picking his nose,

his finger’s nearly half way up.

I don’t know how he’s managing to drive,

in his other hand, there’s a starbuck’s cup!

 

Good grief, now he’s eating a muffin,

he’s level with us again in the queue.

He’s just put his middle finger up at me-

What an incredibly rude thing to do!

 

Good lord, now we’re sat behind a coach,

containing supporters on their way to a game.

Three of whom are now mooning at us,

some people just don’t have any shame!

 

Good job we‘ve now safely reached home,

just as Steve Wright’s gone off the air.

Motorway madness has turned my mind,

but I can’t wait to get back out there !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the ‘real’ world, there is you.

A ‘constant’ in my life to come home to.

A goddess of reliability,

an anchor when I float.

And when, out of line I step –

Two hands around my throat.

 

 

 

 

 

We are ‘ in between’ cat’s

and at first it was nice.

Though now we are finding,

we’ve one or two mice.

 

The house has been ‘flea free’,

and there’s no more sick piles,

or hair’s on the carpets,

or whoopies on the tiles.

 

There’s no constant me-owing,

or being bossed around,

by those most demanding of creatures,

who are so profound.

 

But I fear we are weakening

with each passing day.

And I think there’ll soon be,

another puss here to stay!

 

 

 

 

He has one on the go,

and another on the side,

and a third he sees monthly,

just to keep in his stride.

 

He has one in Australia,

for an internet ride,

and one he met in Chile,

who subsequently died.

 

He has one in Magaluf,

who he now can’t abide,

and one he sees twice yearly,

when he sails in with the tide.

 

 

 

 

Some fools are foolish

all their life.

Whilst other fools ‘wise up’,

and take a wife.

 

 

 

 

He’s gone down to his allotment.

He say’s he’s got a prize ‘marra’,

that’s far too big to carry,

so he’s got to wheel it in his ‘barra’.

 

 

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