November 27, 2012

 

 

When others mock your accent,

and in it find laughter and mirth,

consider them rude and untravelled,

and not a minute of time, to be worth.

Just be proud to speak in your

motherland tongue;

be proud of the place of your birth.

 

 

November 25, 2012

 

 

You came, you saw,

you loitered with intent.

I saw, I came,

I willingly did relent.

 

 

 

 

He quietly put the key in the lock,

the hour was late and he needed affection.

But the key wouldn’t budge, for he was at

the wrong house, fast realising his

memory stick had lost it’s direction.

 

 

 

 

His influence was massive,

but their respect twofold.

Both giving strength to each other,

and when needed, truth, be told.

 

 

 

 

 

When you awaken to find his

toes tickling your feet, and his

heart against your body, racing

at a speedy beat.

You know there’s just two seconds

to come up with a plan, to figure

where you are, and who, beside you,

is this man?

 

 

 

 

 

When out of the blue,

a little love bug comes calling

Flick the head of the little love bug,

and send him sprawling.

 

 

 

 

In the quietest kind of way,

he just got on with it.

He had a willing pair of hands,

and found no job too foreboding,

no task too demeaning.

From day one he was so easy

to train, and the obvious choice

to finish first, in the winning lane.

 

 

November 23, 2012

 

 

Try to find some beauty

in an ugly bluebottle fly.

It may be an ancient ancestor,

returning to earth for a second try.

 

 

 

 

Let’s be flexible,

and accepting of fools.

Let’s be pliable, and

break a few rules.

 

 

 

 

December, the month of recklessness,

with wild parties and permissible craic.

The reward for a year of slavery,

and relief from not getting the sack.

 

 

 

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