November 3, 2012

 

 

 

 

He wouldn’t go to funerals

because cemeteries gave him the creeps

and the thought of a crematorium

made his hair fall out in heaps.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, it’s you!

I had quite forgotten

you’d be here!

Don’t expect that I’ll

wave a white hanky,

or raise a glass in

good cheer, but for

the sake of these  

here present, let’s

air kiss, and away

from each other, veer.

 

 

 

 

 

Like tea and butter,

and prawns and jam,

they blended together,

like chocolate and ham.

 

 

 

 

One acts in a certain way

to compensate for the other.

That’s how a worrier becomes

the dumping ground, for those

close by, who just don’t bother.

 

 

 

 

He insisted on balancing

the books to the penny.

Attention to detail and

disciple he instilled.

He’d stay on their case,

no matter how long,

until inside their head

his point, he had drilled.

 

A fiercer task master

there never was.

On occasions he made

grown men cry!

These days he would have

been seen as a bully,

but his staff all went on

to reach the sky!

 

 

 

 

Let’s get toffed up

and paint the town,

and not spend all day

in our dressing gown.

 

 

November 2, 2012

 

 

Though bright lights beckon,

and adulation is strong,

ask yourself if at base camp

is where you belong?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spend one year alone

Leave your misgivings on the shelf

Trust in your own judgement,

and learn to love yourself.

 

 

 

 

Time and again the same types

seem to capture our desire,

as we jump out of the

frying pan into the fire.

 

 

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