November 19, 2012

 

 

What started off as a simple twinge,

developed into a full blown crisis,

and he finished up in A & E, sat next

to a woman with a bad case of cystitis.

 

 

 

 

 

They will fight their corner.

They will stand their ground.

They will rebel, and at times

hate you with a passion.

 

Your dream isn’t theirs,

and what worked for you,

to them, has long since

gone out of fashion.

 

 

 

 

For a week, try not to speak.

Don’t interrupt or intervene.

Bite your tongue, for however long,

it takes to avoid a scene.

 

Go to ground, shun all around,

who don’t follow your point of view.

If they get on your wick, don’t even nit-pick,

just walk away and sit on the loo.

 

 

 

 

Let them explore the world,

and burn off energy in excess.

Didn’t you know that love,

through absence, tightly binds?

 

Let them educate you,

with their futuristic view.

Didn’t you know that even dinosaurs,

now have electronic minds?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Climb aboard this fast express,

before it leaves for a new destination.

Then disembark as the whistle blows, and

put the experience down to recreation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s a mouse near the house.

There’s a rat in the drain.

There’s a cat on the roof,

and a man inside, who’s quite insane.

 

 

 

 

 

He’s the cherry on my cupcake,

the lemon in my tea.

If only he knew how well off he’d be,

if he bothered to notice me.

 

 

 

 

 

The simplicity of the gesture,

so touching and out of the blue.

A feather came gently floating,

bringing a message from you to me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once again she found herself sinking

into that self indulgent swamp.

Where her guilty pleasure of wanton desire,

recalled glorious nights of romp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tis but a game and now

the match is spent.

The flame is but a flicker.

The loser pays the rent.

 

 

 

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