January 28, 2013

 

 

Pity me, for I love thee, Berty Bonkers.

Sit with me whilst I stroke thy furrowed brow.

Lie with me and unravel thy complications.

Die with me in a thousand years from now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

She loved the warmth of his embrace, and

the heat they created between the sheets.

But the chilblains she got from that hot

water bottle, had her in agony for weeks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With his future in tatters,

he stared out of the window,

knowing he was homeward bound.

The feet that he thought would

make him his fortune,

would soon be walking

on realistic ground.

 

 

 

 

For now, they are a pair.

They care, they share,

but are aware, that someday

they’ll say, they were!

 

 

 

 

No-one knew her secret, even

though everyone knew her past.

Being always forward thinking,

she knew the die was cast.

 

 

 

January 21, 2013

 

 

She was seven years old before she saw one,

as she had no brothers to make her aware.

So the day she first bathed with her cousins,

made her wish that she hadn’t been there.

 

To her horror she saw they had dangly bits,

and decided that God hadn’t finished them off.

Her cousins too were embarrassed, and cupping

their hands, both started to cough.

 

For many years she kept the family secret,

as she felt kind of privileged to know,  and

also out of a sense of loyalty, their cover

she never would blow.

 

But night after night, in bed she lay wondering,

why her Auntie hadn’t had the bits removed,

so her cousins could have been neatly sewn up,

to make their appearance, so much improved!

 

 

 

 

 

You stood out in a sea of people.

Your face set my senses aglow.

My nerve ends began to tingle.

I knew I wanted you so.

 

Call it instant attraction.

Call it an undiscipled urge.

Whatever it was, you also felt it.

Like a mighty magnetic surge.

 

Then on your way you travelled,

raising your hand to blow a kiss.

I knew I’d never get to see you again,

but you left behind such ongoing bliss.

 

 

 

 

Will you protect me when I’m sleeping?

Will you carry me across the ford?

Will you bring me toast and honey?

Will you tickle me when I’m bored?

 

 

 

 

Can we make a rule that

when one of us is speaking,

the other one must belt up.

 

For neither of us can get a

word in edgeways, when we

each other, try to interrupt.

 

 

 

 

 

I dreamt that you were under me,

and we’d just made love so passionately,

then I left the bed to go for a pee,

whilst you got up to make a pot of tea!

 

 

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